Plan your schedule.
I get uneasy around you.
Your eyes are saying something your mouth won't, and it's easy to see through your lies.
Because you're a liar, a fake, with that genuine look on your face.
I'm sorry I'm such a disgrace.
That's why you don't make promises in the first place.
On my way home, with a schedule so open, I realized I'd been wrong.
I felt foolish with your hand in mine.
We realized our secrets were the same.
You said it's just a matter of time.
You even believed your own lies.
Frankly, so did I.
But I've never been this happy in my life.
This time I'll make time for excuses and re-use them.