Why Would I Lie?

I've been involved and I've paid attention

I've listened to every word you've said

You tell a lie and I fake my interest

I was around when it really happened

From the beginning until the end

So what's the point of an explanation?

Why would I lie?

Is there anything I left from my story?

This type of deception would be

a waste of both our time

You start to trust as you dull your instincts

I've tried my best but I still don't care

You've opened up to a disappointment

I know my way around this conversation

You've had enough but you're standing there

I leave it up to interpretation

Maybe there's a chance that everything

is going to work out for the best

Maybe there's a chance

that pigs will grow wings and fly