Dodging the Truth

(Verse 1) Oh, here we go again, you’re dodging every line, Like the truth’s some foreign place you can’t find. Guess honesty’s on vacation, left you in the dark, Every time I ask, you’re missin' the mark. (Pre-Chorus) You speak in circles, running laps in your head, Like I’m buying the bullshit that you just said. Is it hard, is it painful, to tell me the facts? Or are straight answers something you seriously lack? (Chorus) What’s the deal? You allergic to the truth? Can’t give a straight line if I handed it to you. I swear, you’ve mastered the art of the dodge, But it’s wearing thin, and I’m calling the fraud. Oh, what’s the deal? Can’t look me in the eye? Your answers go missing like they’re ready to die. Allergic to truth, or just full of hot air? Either way, you’re sinking fast—I don’t care. (Verse 2) You’ve got this talent, must say I’m impressed, With how you turn a question into a mess. I didn’t ask for riddles, didn’t ask for games, But here you are, avoiding it just the same. (Pre-Chorus) You think I’m laughing? You think it’s cute? Watching you twist like a tangled-up root. It’s sad, it’s pathetic, how far you’ll go, Just to keep the truth buried deep below. (Chorus) What’s the deal? You allergic to the truth? Can’t give a straight line if I handed it to you. I swear, you’ve mastered the art of the dodge, But it’s wearing thin, and I’m calling the fraud. Oh, what’s the deal? Can’t look me in the eye? Your answers go missing like they’re ready to die. Allergic to truth, or just full of hot air? Either way, you’re sinking fast—I don’t care. (Bridge) Oh, I’ve got time, but you’re running out— Can’t hide behind your wall of doubt. I’ll just sit here, watch you fumble, While your excuses start to crumble. (Chorus) What’s the deal? You allergic to the truth? Can’t give a straight line if I handed it to you. I swear, you’ve mastered the art of the dodge, But it’s wearing thin, and I’m calling the fraud. Oh, what’s the deal? Can’t look me in the eye? Your answers go missing like they’re ready to die. Allergic to truth, or just full of hot air? Either way, you’re sinking fast—I don’t care. (Outro) Yeah, allergic to straight answers— Must be a tough disease. But I’m done with your stalling, So just choke on these.