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I told him I went to Tenerife for a week. He looked me dead in the eye and said he went to Elevenareef for a month. It never stops.... Every single story you tell, he’s got a bigger one. If you broke your leg he broke his neck and walked home. But it's not funny anymore. It is absolutely exhausting. You walk into the room and your mouth is already moving, Got a brand new story that your constantly proving. You swear blind that you met the Queen and you bought her a pint, But I know you're sitting in your bedroom, trying to figure it out. You talk and you talk till you can't breath will you just leave You're a pathological, logical, tragically broken anomaly, Running a monopoly on a defensive hypocrisy! Spinning a narrative, making it massive, and acting so radically bold, Selling a fictional, mythical miracle, leaving you lonely and cold! You claim you were fighting a bear in the woods and you battered it over the head, But I know the depression is keeping you physically tied to the bed! You're making up numbers and making up names and you're faking the whole bloody lot, A terminal case of the terrible fiction, pretending you're something you're not! why do you talk so much shit can't you just decide to quit you have to be bigger and better and louder snorting your ego like magical powder nobody buys it nobody cares we're sick of the lies just shut the fuck up already If I got a penny, you're telling the table you're holding a million quid, Taking the credit for absolutely every incredible thing that I did! Elevenareef is the tip of the iceberg, you're living on Jupiter's rings, Inventing a universe, making up statuses, constantly faking the things! You're tripping on syllables, slipping on lies, and you're drowning in absolute crap, Catching yourself in a fabricated, exaggerated, ridiculous trap! You speak at a hundred and twenty a minute to cover the fact you are scared, But nobody at the table is judging you, nobody ever compared! Underneath the exaggerations and underneath the choice. You're just a little kid trying to impress the older boys. But you're thirty-five years old, mate, sitting in the pub. And the constant lying is the reason you're not in the club. You don't have to be Superman. We would have liked you anyway. why do you talk so much shit can't you just decide to quit you have to be bigger and better and louder snorting your ego like magical powder nobody buys it nobody cares we're sick of the lies just shut the fuck up already