Rob Zicaro | SONGWRITER

Lyrics

White Lies
(Intro)
White lies trying to dodge another bullet. White lies white lies.
(Verse)
Phone’s lighting up, like a neon sign. It’s your text again. Asking where I’ve been.
I give you my best line. Saying I’m working late, but I’m at the bar, hope you’ll take the bait.
Can’t tell if you’re catching on, to my alibies. The way I hide the truth, thinking I’m bullet proof.
(Pre-Chorus)
I keep telling myself this is the last lie, but I’m still caught up, caught up, caught up in those,
(Chorus)
White lies trying to dodge another bullet. How long will it take before I’m found out.
How many times can I push my luck. Take another shot before the clock runs out.
Hiding behind this poker face. It might be time to fold em.
White lies I know I shouldn't tell them. Where will I hide when Karma’s at my door step.
Another excuse to hide my tracks, now I’m in deep no turning back.
And if you walk away, all I’ll have left are these white lies.
White lies.
(Verse)
You called at work to check, boss said I already left. Gotta come up with a story somehow.
I’m standing on shaky ground.
(Pre-Chorus)
When I got home, read your note, you moved on.
Only got myself to blame, thinking I could get away with,
(Chorus)
White lies trying to dodge another bullet. How long will it take before I’m found out.
How many times can I push my luck. Take another shot before the clock runs out.
Hiding behind this poker face. It might be time to fold em.
White lies I know I shouldn't tell them. Where will I hide when Karma’s at my door step.
Another excuse to hide my tracks, now I’m in deep no turning back.
And if you walk away, all I’ll have left are these white lies.
White lies.
(Bridge)
Should’ve known this house of cards, would come crashing down.
Only got myself to blame for driving you away.
And now I’m paying the price, for all those times I was telling,
(Chorus)
White lies trying to dodge another bullet. How long will it take before I’m found out.
How many times can I push my luck. Take another shot before the clock runs out.
Hiding behind this poker face. It might be time to fold em.
White lies I know I shouldn't tell them. Where will I hide when Karma’s at my door step.
Another excuse to hide my tracks, now I’m in deep no turning back.
And if you walk away, all I’ll have left are these white lies.
White lies.