Well, they aren’t liars
so much as they have giant
imaginations
and I fall for the tall tales…
Truth
cmon weather lady
ive been waiting years
for you to tell it like it is…
Weird isn’t it,
how we at the same time,
love a good story…
Don’t speak, my dear.
If you don’t say it,
it won’t be true,
not really…
Every lie
I’ve told
Every lie
I’ve believed…
Usually
I know when
I’m lying to myself…
Pick your words wisely,
because it’s not just them…
I don’t know what makes true friends true,
but I’ve got a crew that doesn’t ask too many questions…
how weird is it really
that we always look for truth in stories
even when we know
Everything,
at some point,
was a deep dark secret…
