let's be honest, we're liars

Let's be honest, we're liars.
We're off setting fires on doorsteps.
But what valor we lack,
we make up for in tact...we adore it
When you fall for these verses,
They're all voodoo curses we're casting.
Yeah, cause we've got your number,
The spell you've been under, it's tragedy

Nostalgia leaves a sweet taste in your mouth.
And only sweet naivety can wash it out.

So if i speak of sadness,
Make mention of madness, believe me.
If I wax poetic,
Come back copasetic....you need me
To unravel the clues
That you're traveling through, just to find me.
Cause I'm hidden deep,
Yeah, I'm Mr. Mystique...by design, see?

Nostalgia leaves a sweet taste in your mouth.
And only sweet naivety can wash it out.

I'm completely capable of emulating apical
celebrities with expertise, if that's what you prefer from me.
I'm absolutely underspoken, call it tact, a graceful broken
English air, so debonair...with eloquence and charm to spare....

Cause I know what you want from me.
And I don't care to disagree.

Nostalgia leaves a sweet taste in your mouth.
And only sweet naivety can wash it out.