Better Angels

Lie again & Telling them everything they want to hear
Practice making feeble faces
Bathroom banter, smoke n mirrors
The penance that you plot
The grimace of the meek
The games that we play
The language of the weak

Worry woven words
Blade between your teeth
Belief, it’s for birds
You can’t lie to me
You can’t lie to me

The things we want to wish they’d say
The roles we wrote for them to play
Thе thoughts the tears the warm еmbrace
With Tomorrow rip & torn away

The things we want to wish they’d say
The hearts we swore we’d never break
Time we lost & can’t replace
No you can’t lie to me
Now You can’t lie to me
You can’t lie to me
You can’t lie to me
You can’t lie to me

You can’t lie to me