i confess, yes, our fall was all my fault
if you kissed my eyes, your lips would taste salt
but you think my regret is a lie and the tears i cry
are the crocodile kind
the sweat on your upper lip starts to boil
white hot with anger, still convinced i'm your foil
from crocodile lies
you, yes, you, linger inside my heart
the same you who stopped us before we could start
i didn't want to leave, but you began to believe
your own crocodile lies
the only person stopping you is yourself
you won't accept that i want no one else
so until you do, i'll let someone else have you
every day, i live the lie
but not the crocodile kind
