You convinced me that only lies flow from your lips
So I stayed my distance
Always hoping to run right back to you,
Once my bruises healed
But always knowing
Blood would also be at the surface of those cuts
You are nothing but a lampshade,
Protecting the hot light that burns inside of me
That would shine brighter if not for you
Believing your lies was expensive,
But no more than staying
And I pay the price each lonely morning
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
You convinced me that only lies flow from your lips
So I stayed my distance
Always hoping to run right back to you,
Once my bruises healed
But always knowing
Blood would also be at the surface of those cuts
You are nothing but a lampshade,
Protecting the hot light that burns inside of me
That would shine brighter if not for you
Believing your lies was expensive,
But no more than staying
And I pay the price each lonely morning
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