I rose out of bed, but

I left something there, and

it tears me when I try to sleep.


I start to feel dry

When I think about why

all my friends and lovers leave.


Its me, and I know it is

me, inconsiderate

me, trying, awkward, and true...


At least, that's what I say

catch me turning away,

Bet your ass that I'm lying to you.


The worst sin, in a liar's eyes?


He never thought you smart enough to know.

The arrogance and shame

create a desperate game,

Keep you here

can't stand to see you go.


I'd tell you how I love you

I feel it here and it feels true to me today.

Can you take me at my word?

I don't know if you've heard



I've felt this way before, and turned away.


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