I Could Tell You The Prettiest Lies

 Clear the floor and cue the music
It's far too quiet in here
I can almost hear your voice
But it sounds more like noise in my ears

Oh the things I could say
That would sweep you off your feet
But I'd watch your eyes fade to grey
Before having you believe me

I won't ask you to hold your breath
But you never know, do you?
I hope I'm not what you expect
That wouldn't be any fun, would it?