Face To Face

I've been involved and i've paid attention
i've listened to every word you've said
you tell a lie and i fake my interest
i was around when it really happened
from the beginning until the end
so what's the point of an explanation?
Why would i lie?
is there anything i left from my story?
this type of deception would be
a waste of both our time
You start to trust as you dull your instincts
i've tried my best but i still don't care
you've opened up to a disappointment
i know my way around this conversation
you've had enough but you're standing there
i leave it up to interpretation
Maybe there's a chance that everything
is going to work out for the best
maybe there's a chance
that pigs will grow wings and fly