Stafford - You Can't Spell 'Believe' Without 'Lie' Lyrics

The alcohol on your breath burned like acid through my lips. It left a scar, a souvenir of a night I would rather forget. Hear that sound? Those are the footsteps of the skeletons that just broke down your closet door. I think they'd like a word with you, and they don't look too happy. [Call me paranoid, but I can see fingerprints from every hand that's touched your skin. Call me paranoid. ] Truth is the best weapon at your disposal, but it