Con Man Songtext
von Little Hurricane

Knocked on your door,
Early one night.
You barely opened enough for the light.
Through a mirror I could see all my things stacked just out of sight.
I thought it strange but you said "Anyway,
Lets take a walk I have something to say."
And we sat under a light on a bench down in the park.
I′m a con man, cons outweigh the pros
Keep telling yourself that I don't care anymore.
You show me a list of my things pilled at your door.
As you unfold some school paper with lines,
I see your writing in pen on each side.
A list of all my pros and cons that you see.
The saddest thing is I can′t disagree.
On what im missing that I could'nt see.


You said it's done,
Cons have 8, pros have 3.
I′m a con man, cons outweigh the pros.
Keep telling yourself that I don′t care anymore.
You show me a list of my things pilled at your door.
The wind blows cold as you read,
Softly explain I'm not what you need.
I could tell you why I disagree.
On if our love is gone but it′s not up to me.
I'm a con man, cons outweigh the pros
Keep telling yourself that I don′t care anymore.
You show me a list of my things pilled at your door.
I'm a con man, cons outweigh the pros
Keep telling yourself that I don′t love you no more.
You show me a list of my things pilled at your door.