Your Cynical Ways

You Make promises that you can’t keep
But it almost seems to help you sleep
You walk the line, you waste my time

Left you in a hole I helped you dig
Left you wallowing there like a pig
I fetched for you, I ran for you

Your cynical ways
A permanent phase
I’m left in a daze
You took it all, but I’m the one who pays

You make Attila look like Ghandi
You bunch your fist and think you’re handy
I fought for you, I thought for you

Your cynical ways
A permanent phase
I’m left in a daze
You took it all, but I’m the one who pays

Words & Music: Phil Etheridge