A tattooed arm
in the side mirror
under the moonlit sky.
Night breeze
through the windows,
from your lips
only lies.
Blacktop
stretches on;
the engine roars;
I am gone.
A tattooed arm
in the side mirror
under the moonlit sky.
Night breeze
through the windows,
from your lips
only lies.
Blacktop
stretches on;
the engine roars;
I am gone.
Money’s always been tight,
I just thought you knew.
But the truth is, dear,
I can’t imagine a world without you.
The lies I’ve told
were all born of love
and the mess I’ve made
is not one to rise above.
The thing about is,
well, it’s that once you start to dig,
there’s nowhere to go
but down.
Lies are all you shared,
“to make it easier on me.”
The truth was too harsh
but not impossible to see.
Lies are all you know
so who is really to blame?
The liar who started the fire,
or the one who fed the flame?