There are little lies I tell myself
“I’m over you” is quite a popular one
“I don’t love you anymore” is as well
Lying is what I do for fun

I hear you’ve changed, inside and out of your clothes
Hiding who you are from everyone
Yet failing because everyone still knows
Lying is what you do for fun

“But it’s good money” you whisper, alone
In the cold, as your mascara runs
The whole time I, well, I have known
Lying is what you do for funds