The Patron Saint of Fakes and Liars

The Patron Saint of Fakes and Liars (Aiming Higher)

Symphonies of heavy breathing
Ring throughout the midnight air.
When he’s done he’s packing, leaving,
She’s pretending that she doesn’t care.
The undeserving Casanova, King of all the one night stands
Ripped apart a young girl’s hope for romance with the touch of his hands.

The Patron Saint of Fakes and Liars
Makes falling in love feel like a sin.
He says, “Give up all hope of aiming higher.”
The girl gives in, she lets him win.

He tears away her self-esteem
And replaces it with pretend promises and fabricated dreams
Then leaves her stranded, gasping for air,
Searching for the comfort of a love that was never there.
She’s dying to mean more to him than thrusting hips and ecstasy
But she’s wasting all her hopes and dreams on heartache’s maitre d'.

The Patron Saint of Fakes and Liars
Makes falling in love feel like a sin.
He says, “Give up all hope of aiming higher.”
The girl gives in, she lets him win.

He’ll destroy the girl before he’s through,
Tear her heart into bits, leave her broken and bruised
Then toss her aside and start anew
With an innocent girl, so young and confused,
His newest victim,
Be careful, it could be you.

The Patron Saint of Fakes and Liars
Makes falling in love feel like a sin.
He says, “Give up all hope of aiming higher.”
Don’t you ever give in,
Don’t you dare let him win,
Don’t let his next victim be you.