"Man In Your Songs" lyrics

Who you are on stage, leaves quite the impression
Two years with you, but I never met him
Your side of the story's all over the radio
Only admit you messed up to a microphone
Get laid and get paid for your depression

My royalties are that I'm right
And knowing I still make you cry

If you were the man in your songs
Would've found a way to be sorry to my face
Only doing it for the applause
You're so fucking fake, singing words you'd never say
All my delusion, ends with the music
Cause you only know how to lie
Three minutes at a time

When the tour bus is empty, and you're all alone
Pick up your tequila, and put down your phone
If you only write about things you can't have
Then I'd kill your career if I took you back
So next time you miss me, maybe don't

And save all your sad boy cliches
For the next album you make

If you were the man in your songs
Would've found a way to be sorry to my face
Only doing it for the applause
You're so fucking fake, singing words you'd never say
All my delusion, ends with the music
Cause you only know how to lie
Three minutes at a time
Three minutes at a time

If you were the man in your songs
Would've found a way to be sorry to my face
Only doing it for the applause
You're so fucking fake, singing words you'd never say
All my delusion, ends with the music
Cause you only know how to lie
Three minutes at a time