we've always been about
grey zones and blurred lines.
warm sunshine one day,
raging storm the next

don't blame me for believing in your lies
you've always seem so convincing
you could say you're a god
and i would believe you in that instance

but lying is your religion
and your lie is what you preach
with your ego as your holy book
but ******* it, i'd swallow poison if it tasted like you

   -*should've been, could've been, never was, ... someday?