Every word from his lips was conjured from a fantasy he dreamed from behind the gate 

The American dream not so far from reach but out of touch

Charming seemed to work and nice fit well in place of kindness

People lapped it up like it was honey 

He hardly believed a word he said… 

mostly because he couldn’t understand what any of it meant 

Borrowed phrases, stolen ideas tumbled out verbatim

Sometimes I’d hear something I had said the other day 

Taken out of context but delivered in exactly the same way 

Most wouldn’t even notice they’d been had 

He thought he’d landed on a ride but I don’t play the carney games and rollercoasters don’t suit me very well  

Just because it’s sweet don’t mean it’s honey 

I may feel rich but my wealth ain’t in money 

Nothing is ever what it seems