Patrick Stump - The "I" In Lie Lyrics

It was electric from the moment they crossed paths.
Actively attracted but attempting to walk past.
Temptation makes impatient impulses pump through married men.
So just stop, breathe, count to three.

Is she worth it, whatever this is.
It doesn't feel right.
Baby think about your kids.
You're not putting up a fight.
Cause we could make love tonight,
But you're gonna hate yourself in the morning light,
So just stop, breathe, count to three,
Get your head right, right.

I put the "I" in lie
Cause I'm a cheat, cheat, cheat
I'm a cheat, cheat, cheat.
And baby, bang bang, kiss kiss
You and I got to put an end to this
So we cheat, cheat, cheat
I'm a cheat, cheat, cheat.
If you're unfaithful, put your hands in the air,
Hands in the air, hands in the air,

Like you're under arrest with a guilty conscience
Stick 'em up if you've got a guilty conscience, yeah

Yeah, yeah
She married young, it was a mistake.
She had a son; reluctant father, he upped and walked away.

She meets a man who craves her company like she's craving his.

But honey, if he seems too good to be true...
Well guess what? He probably is.
Whatever this is, it doesn't feel right.
So just stop, breathe, count to three,
Get your head right.

I put the "I" in lie
Cause I'm a cheat, cheat, cheat
I'm a cheat, cheat, cheat.
And baby, bang bang, kiss kiss
You and I got to put an end to this
So we cheat, cheat, cheat
I'm a cheat, cheat, cheat.
If you're unfaithful, put your hands in the air,
Hands in the air, hands in the air,
Like you're under arrest with a guilty conscience.
Stick em up if you got a guilty conscience.

And it's just lust, nothing to write home about.
Cause it's just trust, nothing to be messed around with.
It might have felt good for a minute,
but admit it to yourself it ain't right.
When you're sleeping with your lover,
but you're living with your wife.
Whatever this is.

I put the "I" in lie
Cause I'm a cheat, cheat, cheat
I'm a cheat, cheat, cheat.
And baby, bang bang, kiss kiss
You and I got to put an end to this
So we cheat, cheat, cheat
I'm a cheat, cheat, cheat.
If you're unfaithful, get your hands in the air,
Hands in the air, hands in the air,
(Did you sell yourself out?)
Like you're under arrest with a guilty conscience
Stick em up like you got a guilty conscience yeah.

They lay together in the silent aftermath.
Butterflies subsiding but they can never look back.