it's my own cheating heart that makes me cry

let the raining teardrops rain down on me tonight

i think making up

faking up stories is alright

tick tock stop the clock

fiction is my thing

my attitude is always i and me and mine

oh i'm so clever

until my paranoia kicks in then i'll accuse her

of doing all the worst things i do best

its funny how me

fucking her about

has got me in this fucking mess

liar liar pants on fire

lies alibis lies more alibis

from the truth

i admit i'm more than shy

ain't the the times we are living in

everybody's doing it so why cant i?

i tally up tonight's strangers

and stragglers that i've kissed

training ground notches

perfectly executed notches

and near misses

its all about going out and getting pissed with eagle eyes

and sincerity bottom on my list

what's the story morning glory?

i feel so low and worthless

so this is where the outcome unfurls and the truth is being told

a cloud has gathered over my head and now i know

infidelity and my good friend ecstasy doesn't work

it makes you worse

i'm feeling so guilty about the things i said to my mum when i was ten years old

i'm feeling so guilty about any old shit

and how i think my missus is fucking every guy that she looks at

this is it

the end was always coming and now its here

so this is the grande finale

the crescendo of demise

this is the happy ending

where the bad guy goes down and dies

this is the end

with me on my knees and wondering why?

cross my heart

hope to die

its my own cheating heart that makes me cry