I remember telling you about the time I lied.
I was telling it so well I didn't even stutter a single line
From time to time it became more of a rhyme never ending time
On and on like Badu not realizing I was the fool.
Until such a time not even wine had a taste of a simple glass.
It wasn't until I had a dilemma of being faced with the same lie I once told when I met you and I .