words and music by Rick Paul

From the album The Road That I Must Take

What kind of stories do you tell
What kind of stories to you tell yourself
Do they help you get to sleep at night
‘Cause I can’t get to sleep at night
What kind of stories do you tell

Tell me, how do you shake the feeling
Convince yourself it wasn’t real
Can you look in the mirror with a straight face
And deny what you used to feel

What kind of stories do you tell
What kind of stories to you tell yourself
Do they help you get to sleep at night
‘Cause I can’t get to sleep at night
What kind of stories do you tell

I need to shake the feeling
Convince myself it wasn’t real
But I can’t look in the mirror with a straight face
And deny what I still feel

What kind of stories do you tell

What kind of stories do you tell
What kind of stories to you tell yourself
Do they help you get to sleep at night
‘Cause I can’t get to sleep at night
What kind of stories do you tell

I tell myself, “one day I’ll forget you”
But my heart sees through the lie
It’s not even wishful thinking
Just a lame attempt to get through the night

What kind of stories do you tell
What kind of stories to you tell yourself
Do they help you get to sleep at night
‘Cause I can’t get to sleep at night
What kind of stories do you tell

Do they help you get to sleep at night
‘Cause I can’t get to sleep at night
What kind of stories do you tell