Make Believer

There's a way that poison tastes in the back of your mouth
When it's sweet, there's no reason for spitting it out
A patient imposter that knows where to start
Can make off with an unsuspecting heart
Make believer, nothing's at all as it seems
Since you stole the scene
In the time a feather takes, to float to the ground
What a mess a memory makes when you drag it around
A perfect pretender was playing a part
Stayed in character from the very start
There's a way