I fell for you, but I was seeing the best of this through rose-colored glasses
I may be drunk, but the sentiment is genuine
The closest I've felt to love was you kissing me and you meant it
Lying is so hard, it's true, unless it's lying in bed with you
But you cut our ribbon loose, and I don't know what to do
Lying is so hard, it's true, unless it's lying with you
But you let go
And so I drove alone
Gin still in my throat
Hoping "If God were real he'd overlook this one"
My heart and his fists were pounding on my ribs
Eager to come out and teach my mind a lesson in forgiveness
Lying is so hard, it's true, unless it's lying in bed with you
But you cut our ribbon loose, and I don't know what to do
Lying is so hard, it's true, unless it's lying with you
God, I was shaken in bed
Slowly waking up from a dream so fabricated
A feral animal without the right to cry for elation
And so the Lord ripped my poetry out of my hands
Said "you'll have to beg some more before someone understands"
Lying is so hard, it's true, unless it's lying in bed with you
But you cut our ribbon loose, and I don't know what to do
Lying is so f*cking hard to do, unless it's lying with...