Everyone is against lying
but they whisper faded fibs to
everyone they know, about
everyone they know, and
everyone they they used to know, and
everyone they wish they didn't know
which is why lying is a cooperative act
I'm a liar,
but you should believe me when I promise
that I still won't tell the secrets that you told me in the dark
when you flaunted your character
You were stunning when
you licked my envelope lips and sealed them tight
but I'll still chatter with my fingertips.
(You know their babble better than anyone else)
And although you fastened my voice behind the doorway of my mouth
I still lie with my face
because a smile is in the eyes
and you're lying when you look at my stagnant eyes
and pepper your story with details
It makes me sick when I look at your words and see
the duping delight of a monster that kidnapped my razzledazzle dreams
And with the growl of a monster
you nod your head up and down while
you repeat the word "no" with an O of the same mouth
that with the curl and pull of an Elvis lip
and the scrunch of a nose in disgust
turns your kindling anger to contempt as you go around flailing deception
This puts me in an uncomfortable mode
of knowing that I was so full of hope that I threw it all up
onto the trembling ground beneath my feet
Motion sickness brings me to my knees
and unsettles the emotion sickness inside of me
***** LIES
And I watch these nauseating emotions in the puddle at my feet.
Truth be told,
I lied to you all along
Truth be told,
I'm crossing my fingers behind my back
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 11:03 PM UTC
Everyone is against lying
but they whisper faded fibs to
everyone they know, about
everyone they know, and
everyone they they used to know, and
everyone they wish they didn't know
which is why lying is a cooperative act
I'm a liar,
but you should believe me when I promise
that I still won't tell the secrets that you told me in the dark
when you flaunted your character
You were stunning when
you licked my envelope lips and sealed them tight
but I'll still chatter with my fingertips.
(You know their babble better than anyone else)
And although you fastened my voice behind the doorway of my mouth
I still lie with my face
because a smile is in the eyes
and you're lying when you look at my stagnant eyes
and pepper your story with details
It makes me sick when I look at your words and see
the duping delight of a monster that kidnapped my razzledazzle dreams
And with the growl of a monster
you nod your head up and down while
you repeat the word "no" with an O of the same mouth
that with the curl and pull of an Elvis lip
and the scrunch of a nose in disgust
turns your kindling anger to contempt as you go around flailing deception
This puts me in an uncomfortable mode
of knowing that I was so full of hope that I threw it all up
onto the trembling ground beneath my feet
Motion sickness brings me to my knees
and unsettles the emotion sickness inside of me
***** LIES
And I watch these nauseating emotions in the puddle at my feet.
Truth be told,
I lied to you all along
Truth be told,
I'm crossing my fingers behind my back
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