From the album
A Liar Wrote This
Why would you marry me? Or was it for our families?
We share a bed at their feet.
And our nights, well we dwell on these fights,
And we punish our son for the times that we've lied.
And you’ve deafened the choir, you bed-ridden horse.
And you’ve spit on my motions as if they were yours.
I’m aware you’re in need and you’re counting on me.
Why waste living on the likes of me? Save conscience for the slaughtered sheep.
Well, I’ve been meaning to give you a reason.
The stones in hand will block out the sun, they’ll cleanse our sins just for fun.
While you’ve been sleeping, I’m wide-awake dreaming.
When my lover’s touch has faded and I wake up…
She’s not next to me.
I’m alive, I’m unwell.
Maybe heading to hell.
I’m alive, but unwell, and I sure deserve hell.
I’m alive and a lie, such a lie, it’s a lie…
It’s a lie.
In the backseat, you can find me with my lover.
Just a crutch for the night.
Her heart flutters at the drop of a dime.
And when the night is young I’ve had my fun,
I’ll hold her far and tight.