Questions

How am I supposed to trust you
When you are lying all the time?
How am I supposed to know you
When you are drunk all the time?

And I got questions
And you got answers
And I'm not sure if they're fact or fiction
And I got questions
And you got answers
And I'm not sure if they're even worth asking

You are a lance stuck in my side
Blood and water, you make me cry
The crowd around us with their thumbs down
The king is shaking his head, calling for our arrest

And I got questions
And you got answers
And I'm not sure if they're fact or fiction
And I got questions
And you got answers
And I'm not sure if they're even worth asking

Can't get no air when you're way up there
Three feet away, can't make you stay
And how are we supposed to dance and kiss
When we are sighing all the time

And I got questions
And you got answers
And I'm not sure if they're fact or fiction
And I got questions
And you got answers
And I'm not sure if they're even worth asking