Learned To Lie

I traced it back to a couple months before I was born

I must have heard my momma tell my daddy

That she was tired, 'cause babies make you tired but

Deep down, she was just unhappy

I think my father did the best that he could do

He rarely made it to the dinner table

Said, he was working late, but he was working late

Fogging up the windows of an '89 Sable

I, I learned to cry

Quietly, I learned to pray

Silently inside a house where the devil played

And I, hate that it runs in my blood

I hate how easy it comes

I wish I'd learned how to love the same way I

Learned to lie

I learned to sing to Carole King on the radio

Learned to shoot on a little red rider

I can drive a stick and in a pinch

I can pop a bottle with a cigarette lighter

I learned to cry

Quietly, I learned to pray

Silently inside a house where the devil played

And I, hate that it runs in my blood

I hate how easy it comes

I wish I'd learned how to love the same way I

Learned to lie

And I learned to say things I don't mean

Like stay, when I want you to leave

And when you don't come home or call, and I swear I don't mind

I hate that I know how it's done

When a moment just like this one comes

I just go numb and play dumb, and look you in the eye

And lie

Oh, and lie