'Pretty Little Liar' by Waylon Wyatt – Lyrics & Meaning

Even with the release of his 2025 EP, Out Of The Blue, Waylon Wyatt hasn't slowed the singles train, the rising star releasing song after song, each time to wide acclaim.

The latest and follow-up to September's 'Wishbone' is 'Pretty Little Liar.'

If there's a full-length project in the 'Arkansas Diamond' hitmaker's near future, 'Pretty Little Liar', a pleading ballad about the muddying of truths and lies, is a promising taste of what could be to come.

With this song, there is no quivering to life or stretching awake. Between the early onset of dulled harmonica, shuddering kick drum and precise steel, 'Pretty Little Liar' erupts into existence.

That all dies back come Wyatt's rounded vocals, insistent strums acting as the backbone of the pained song. However, banjo and fiddle flourishes soon join the mix, filling the tune's empty moments with twang and creating a push-and-pull between subtle and substantial.

It all mirrors the tug-of-war of emotions playing out throughout the entire number.

"Stuck in a smoke cloud of all your truths and lies
Trying to defuse all the ones you accused to be right
But I'm choking
On all these fumes
Getting harder for me to breathe with all these rumors from you"

'Pretty Little Liar' finds Wyatt feeling gobsmacked and dejected, planting the young musician in an impossibly difficult situation. Rumors about him are circulating, with someone he once thought dear spreading lies and doing him harm.

“I wrote this song junior year of high school," he has shared briefly of the personal tune. "There was a girl spreading rumors about me, bad rumors at that.”

Listeners are unaware of the untruths or who is behind them, but it's obviously upsetting the artist, who makes it clear throughout the song that "I am innocent, I must confess."

"Oh, cause no babe I didn’t start the fire
I’m just trying to put it out
I don’t know you babe you’re just a pretty little liar
Best get my name out of your mouth"

Wyatt attests that these stories being told are hollow and hold no merit, and he attempts to clear his name, singing, "Well I ain’t gonna plead the fifth / I ain’t done nothing wrong / I just plead that you would leave this poor ole boy alone."

He goes as far as calling out his accuser, saying that they're merely bored with their own lives and, therefore, feel the need to meddle in his. He begs for proof to these so-called truths, and in the end, wipes his hands clean of this former-friend.

"If it’s so babe then where’s your proof
Where's your answer to all this so called truth
Selling your lies and they’re the buyers
Don’t want nothing to do with you
Pretty little liar"

Stuck in a smoke cloud of all your truths and lies
Trying to defuse all the ones you accused to be right
But I'm choking
On all these fumes
Getting harder for me to breathe with all these rumors from you

My lungs are starting to fill with all your dishonesty
Darling I love a good thrill but this is too much for me
Because I am innocent, I must confess
So stop throwing my name around and get me out of this mess

Oh, cause no babe I didn’t start the fire
I’m just trying to put it out
I don’t know you babe you’re just a pretty little liar
Best get my name out of your mouth

Well I ain’t gonna plead the fifth
I ain’t done nothing wrong
I just plead that you would leave this poor ole boy alone

What did I do for you to act this way
Or are you just bored of yourself
So you couldn't help but have something to say

Oh, cause no babe I didn’t start the fire
I’m just trying to put it out
I don’t know you babe you’re just a pretty little liar
Best get my name out of your mouth

If it’s so babe then where’s your proof
Where's your answer to all this so called truth
Selling your lies and they’re the buyers
Don’t want nothing to do with you
Pretty little liar

Oh, cause no babe I didn’t start the fire
I’m just trying to put it out
I don’t know you babe you’re just a pretty little liar
Best get my name out of your mouth

If it’s so babe then where’s your proof
Where's your answer to all this so called truth
Selling your lies and they’re the buyers
Don’t want nothing to do with you
Pretty little liar

Pretty little liar

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