Mythomaniac

[Chorus]
I don't know what to say, want to meet up, but I'm afraid
Anxious, a dusty old canvas
I don't know what to say, want to meet up, but I'm afraid
Anxious, a dusty old canvas

[Verse]
We used to be so close and then you started to hit all the wrong notes
A pathological liar
The things you say are so extreme it's comical, I wonder if you have changed at all
It's been at least seven years
I know I've changed, and I don't like living in this fear of rejection
Not to mention all the things you have that I don't, a wife, a kid, a house, a job
I can't write them off, should I just get my sawed-off? Bitch

[Chorus]
I don't know what to say, want to meet up, but I'm afraid
Anxious, a dusty old canvas
I don't know what to say, want to meet up, but I'm afraid
Anxious, a dusty old canvas