RUMORS

It starts with ignorant opinions muttered under your breath,

But when reality’s the contrary, you’re blind and you’re deaf.

Got your own take, I’ll call you “Miss Interpretations.”

Don’t see the problems with spreading misinformation.

You’ve got him wrapped around your finger, such a good puppeteer,

And curtains close if I say something you don’t want him to hear.

Such a philosopher, you think you’re fucking Socrates,

But still you have the nerve to call me a tease.

You’re hearing what I say in a whisper through the walls,

My conversation hearts with the text dulled.

And you don’t know how it started but you don’t really care,

No, you don’t know how it started but you don’t really care.

You’re hearing what I say in a whisper through the walls,

My conversation hearts with the text dulled.

And you don’t know how it started but you don’t really care,

And you don’t know.

It’s safe to say my reputation has preceded me.

You didn’t mean to, but you made me a celebrity.

They say that history is written by the victors.

You’re so defeated you’re afraid to contradict her.

The saddest part is you don’t recognize you stepped out of line:

It’s not your place to write the songs that are supposed to be mine.

Here’s to your fifteen minute spotlight that left as soon as it arrived.

You’re hearing what I say in a whisper through the walls,

My conversation hearts with the text dulled.

And you don’t know how it started but you don’t really care,

No, you don’t know how it started but you don’t really care.

You’re hearing what I say in a whisper through the walls,

My conversation hearts with the text dulled.

And you don’t know how it started but you don’t really care,

And you don’t know.

“Paper thin walls” is a good way to put it.

If you don’t jump the gun I might bite the bullet,

But I can’t promise you won’t be upset.

You’re hearing what I say in a whisper through the walls,

My conversation hearts with the text dulled.

And you don’t know how it started but you don’t really care,

No, you don’t know how it started but you don’t really care.

You’re hearing what I say in a whisper through the walls,

My conversation hearts with the text dulled.

And you don’t know how it started but you don’t really care,

And you don’t know (x7)