Chris Haise Band - From the Face of a Clock

Selling my secrets for a dollar a piece
I only got a quarter to spare
Everyone around here is flush with cash
They know all my sordid tales
Raise a glass to the past
No one forgets what you've done
A good time was just alibi, a little white lie
We told to get you to come
And here I am a little strung out
I may not have slept in days
They say first impressions are all that count
So I'm defined by dumb things I say
Raise a glass to the past
No one forgets what you've done
A good time was just alibi, a little white lie
We told to get you to come
What for I can't recall
I find comfort in the routine
If I tried to explain decisions I make
I'd only cause a scene
Raise a glass to the past
No one forgets what you've done
A good time was just alibi, a little white lie
We told to get you to come
Raise a glass to the past
No one forgets what you've done
A good time was just alibi, a little white lie
We told
To get you to come
(And here you are)

Written by:
Christopher Haise

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