All We've Got Are Lies

All we've got are crackerjacks
All we've got are poker chips
All we've got are unstuffed pillows
All we've got are lies

All we do is sulk
All we do is sit and ruminate
All we do is think too much
All we do is touch and go
All we do is lie

All the walls are plastered grey
All the floors are covered in old clothes
All the ceiling tiles are falling down
All the sinks are filling up
Filling up with lies

All the books have one word titles
All the DVD cases are empty
All the coffee tables have broken legs
All the cupboards are bare
All the closets are closing in
All the rooms are extra rooms
All the space is lies

All the remarks are snide
All the laughter is forced
All the tears are cliches
All the fights are scripted
All the words are lies

The people here
The past remainder
The future temperature
The warmth and the wavelength
The territory trampled on

To get to it
To get to it
To get to it

All we've got are lies