Jesus, I know this is unreasonable
It's always been the dumb little things
That I'm never good at picking up on
And I'll admit, I saw some of it before
But now the comparisons are creeping in
When set alone it's insignificant
And it wasn't even a lie at that
At most you bent the truth a bit

She bent the truth around her fingertip
Every small thing added up
And eventually I had noticed
But by then it was out of control
I get ******* in people so easily
It's a weakness that I try to avoid
I really hope that I'm wrong about this
But I can't help but panic that you're lying

do not be alarmed
minds melt over ideas
these are growing pains