If I leave too soon,
well, that's just my prerogative.
Timing's never really been
a strength of mine, anyway.

And she told me the stars
Are nothing but liars
Anyway, hiding their deepest
Secrets behind that oily black.

I want nothing more
Than to disappear under a
Velvet blanket
And wrap myself in liars.

While you do nothing but
Murder my self confidence
With accusations
And pretty little I love yous.

She saw through your deceit
Before I even knew your name.
I couldn’t taste the poison you fed me.
I took your bait.

I’ve come to see the truth
In the sky and in you.
The stars are nothing but liars
And you’re burnt out…

Just like them.

08/30/2008

Posted on 08/30/2008
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