It always starts with the
Best intentions
Until you find they're just
Your inventions
Your white knuckles
Let slip on by
So you pretend
Now that you've come to the end of
The lie
You stir your cocktail of
Expectations
But now your head aches with
Resignation
To the bedrock
You sold but couldn't buy
So you pretend
Now that you've come to the end of
The lie
The key
You hold
Wasn't meant
For this place
Look around
Its written
All over
Your face
It's written
All over
Your face
You turn the page on the
Next December
How many must pass until
You can't remember
All the things
That turned to waive goodbye
So you pretend
Now that you've come to the end of
The lie