I traced it back to a couple months before I was born I must've heard my momma tell my daddy That she was tired, 'cause babies make you tired, but Deep down she was just unhappy I think my father did the best that he could do He rarely made it to the dinner table Said he was working late But he was working late Fogging up the windows of an '89 Sable I, I learned to cry Quietly, I learned to pray Silently, inside a house where the Devil played And I hate that it runs in my blood I hate how easy it comes I wish I'd learned how to love the same way I Learned to lie I learned to sing to Carole King on the radio Learned to shoot on a little Red Ryder I can drive a stick, and in a pinch I can pop a bottle with a cigarette lighter I learned to cry Quietly, I learned to pray Silently, inside a house where the Devil played And I hate that it runs in my blood I hate how easy it comes I wish I'd learned how to love the same way I Learned to lie And I learned to say things I don't mean Like "Stay" when I want you to leave And when you don't come home or call And I swear I don't mind I hate that I know how it's done When a moment just like this one comes I just go numb and play dumb and look you in the eye And lie Oh and lie