From the recording Face of a Nation
Lyrics
Tell me why you think you love me
Tell me why you want to hold my hand, kiss goodbye
I think I’m having déjà vu and I know what I should do
Tell me why you think you need me
Tell me why I should believe you this time
Cuz I don’t trust you
I don’t trust you
Tell my why you think you’ll call me
Tell my why you think I’ll answer the phone
You’re sort of like a rich dessert
You taste good and then you hurt
After all we’ve said and done
I know you too well
You took me to heaven and back
And left me in hell
Tell me why I’m even listening
Tell me why I let you in my front door
Maybe the heater’s broke
Am I the punchline of your joke?
Cuz I don’t trust you
I don’t trust you
I don’t trust you