For the most part, I believe you
Of course I don't always believe
Not when you are so drunk
That you pass out on the lawn
Nearly drowning in your own vomit
Or so high that you reach the heavens
Before you come crashing down
Into a deep dark pit of depression
When you are so angry
I don't believe you
As the fists strike my body
I lie on the ground in agony
Sobbing and crying and.
Most of the time I believe you
Just as long as the belief stays
As long as you stay
I'll believe, most of the time