She accidentally dropped those dishes on the floor
That ain't her fist-sized hole in our screen door
She peeled out of here with two suitcases filled
In a hurry to drop off those clothes down at Goodwill
Hey, it's my lie, I'll tell it like I want to
Pile it high, wade through in my hip boots
Who's it hurting if I ignore the circumstance or truth?
Hey, it's my lie, I'll tell like I want to
She didn't key my truck on her way out the drive
That old mailbox was on her blindside
That letter from her lawyer taped to my front door
Doesn't really mean she doesn't love me anymore
Hey, it's my lie, I'll tell it like I want to
Pile it high, wade through in my hip boots
Who's it hurting if I ignore the circumstance or truth?
Hey, it's my lie, I'll tell it like I want to
She still looks at me like I hung the moon
I wouldn't be surprised if she's home by this afternoon
Hey, it's my lie, I'll tell it like I want to
Pile it high, wade through in my hip boots
Who's it hurting if I ignore the circumstance or truth?
Hey, it's my lie, I'll tell it like I want to
In this empty house tonight, there ain't no room for the truth
Hey, it's my lie, I'll tell it like I want to
