You never told me that was a lie
You never said that was on the tip of your tongue
You had a chance and you were silent with me
You never told me what you said was a lie
Is PROGRESS the true understanding of your reality?
Is history collapsible into this moment
Minuscule?
You expect me to believe what you said?
I can't get that exposed
I never said I was made of him
I never said I was made of him -- And incidentally I don't know
You never said it's fair in love
Never had those doubts that somehow
I'd like to possess you in my flesh and bones
Cause I already do
Never said I was made of that
You never said that I was deep in your china cabinet
But I am
You never said I was as deeply alive as you
You never told me that was a lie
You never told me that tract of letters was a lie
Written in exactitudes of our passion for each other
You never said it was funny too
Never told me it was a disguise
You always want to make me laugh
It's so difficult to laugh
I wanted to but I laugh
About stupid situations f*cked up miscommunications
What to say anymore
Last time I saw you
On the phone she said
She said it lightly and brightly as if to say
You never told me that was a lie
If you'd lived you'd understand in the text of your class