I stood in the doorway and watched her sleep
I'm a walking cliché even when I'm soaked in sincerity
She knew I was leaving
Didn't have to wake to be sure
Sometimes you get what you steal
Sometimes you see things for real
Sometimes sincerity feels like you're lying
Well the truth about the truth is it isn't going anywhere
What you think you know is rarely what you really know
I learned long ago
It's not what you say but what you feel
Sometimes you get what you steal
Sometimes you see things for real
Sometimes sincerity feels like you're trying too hard
She asked me, why'd you have to make things such a mess
Tell me please, please tell me are you finished yet?
Cause when it comes to BS, baby you're the best
Of anyone I've ever met
This died an ugly death
It happened a long time ago
Sometimes you get what you steal
Sometimes you see things for real
Sometimes sincerity feels like you're lying
Sometimes you get what you steal
Sometimes you see things for real
Sometimes sincerity feels like you're dying