tonight   i'm staring at the window   i got brian eno on the stereo   tonight   you're gonna be my widow   the only way to get you back   is to get you dressed in black      cause i'm still a fraud   i'm still a fake   i'm self-absorbed   i don't talk straight   i'm full of shit   i'm full of lies   i can't be trusted   i'll let you try   i'm insincere   i'll let you down   burn all my bridges   jerk you around   i am not honest   i'm way off track   you gave me chances   i gave them back   i guess you were right   i guess i was scared   but i'm too opaque   to show if i care   i'm quick to judge   i'm slow to change   i'll talk about you   when you're out of range   i wish i was different   i wish i was good   but no one can save me   nobody should      afraid of decisions   afraid of love   afraid of the future   all of the above   i like for shortcuts   when conflict arises   all sleight of hand   elaborate disguises   i lack respect   i lack intent   i know i'm careless   i won't relent   cause i can't relent