He thinks I don't notice
'Cause they're soft blue lies
Thinks I'll grow fond of them
And keep them by my bed at night
He says they're pretty
And a part of me agrees
I thought I knew what lies would like
But nobody told me
That they'd look like him
Nobody told me
I could lay my head down on them
And let them sing me to sleep
Nobody told me
They'd take in light
And shine it back at me
Nobody told me
They'd be so pretty
Or that they'd be so comforting
Or that they'd look so much
Like the truth
Sometimes I tell them things
Like they're wishing well coins
Like they're stuffed animals
Like they're magic mirrors
Like they can't hear them
And remember them
And use them against me
Sometimes I take them out
And show them to people
People who tell me
They're something else
Because they're fooled
The same way I used to be
Fooled
They tell me they're beautiful
They're soft
They're blue
They're harmless
They're happiness
They're anything but a pack of lies
And I let them tell me
Whatever they want to tell me
The same way I let him tell me
That I'm crazy, cold, cynical
Cowardly, and a liar
Liars only know how to echo
They only know how to look in front of themselves
And shout back at you
What you shout at them
You're a liar
You're a liar
You're a liar
And maybe I am
Or at least...
Maybe it would be easier
To be
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