It's coming to ya, it's coming at you
With your head bowed down and your guts in stitches
Quit looking at me, you stare a dagger
As I concentrate on the spinning dishes
You say I'm ready, claim to be ready
While the door's still propped, not open forever
I can't be bothered, no longer tolerate
A staged fail-up from a weak confession
Hey, it's your charm offensive
I've got an item to share
Put on your best face
Pretend I don't care
Hey everybody! Say, it's a party
All the glass looks busted and the dance floor's empty
Oh, now you want it?
You held the number but you got passed up
New phone, who's calling?
Go write the headline and read it back
But the tale's wound tight and you can't stop spinning
If it's important, if it's essential
Why's the story so hard that you can only live it backwards?
Hey, it's your charm offensive
I've got an item to share
Put on your best face
Pretend I don't care
Hey, it's your charm offensive
I've got an item to share
Put on your best face
Pretend I don't care
Hey, it's your charm offensive
I've got an item to share
Put on your best face