From the album
A Liar Wrote This
Sleep. You’ve been seen with another. It’s sick, and it’s killing me.
Grab a stone make her…
Breathe, let my lungs act as water, as clean as we’ll ever be.
And we draw with light, the little things that used to matter.
Are words what they seem? And are these little things all you really left me?
Yea, you said, “Goodnight”.
You told me everybody had to live off honest intentions. Or we’d lose this fight?
But all these broken things are all you ever left me.
The birds bring flu. We justify our self indulgence cause there’s nothing to do.
I wish my words rang true. But then again, I never meant to.
Taste the summer, yea you smell so sweet.
I take a bite and I’m surprised to find the taste of meat.
I swallow water looking for some relief.
Where’s my God? Where’s my secret when there’s nothing to keep?
Don’t you see it?
The worms have spread this havoc.
Yes, my heart is warm like the book your mother used to read…
As you slept so soundly, as you learned heartache…
We all lie. We all die.