In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Saturday, February 28, 2015
little white lies
I tell those little white lies
I tell them every day
I open up my mouth
and lies are all I have to say
I'm lying when I tell you "good morning"
I'm lying when I tell you "I'm fine"
I'm lying when I look like
I'm in control of this life of mine
I tell those little white lies
I tell them to your face
I look into your eyes
and tell you facts that I've replaced
replaced them with jam-packed jargon
replaced them with action verbs
replaced them with more insight
that I borrow from
other people's words
please don't be disturbed
by my sentences
all warped and dusty
it's just what I prefer
really, baby,
you can trust me
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