White Lies You Tell Me From My Bed

Words Rachel Forbes

You’re being mean 

And that’s what you want to do. 

Because you’ve had every choice  

Laid in the palm of your hand 

And yet you still choose 

To torture me 

Leave me confused 

You give me all the spark and showmanship 

But won’t lay the fuse 

I kiss your forehead, 

You kiss me goodbye 

Shaking hands 

But could they ever miss mine? 

So, I’ll hear it from a friend 

You communicate like a kid 

What a shame I loved you then 

Because that’s what makes me want to settle in. 

 

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