Sunday, April 17, 2011

Day Hundred and Fifty Four

Lead me on, why don't you?
Smile with that knife behind,
'cause I know you're gonna
stab me through when I turn.

Liar, liar, your quickfire tongue,
you should've never told me
that you were still in love.

Push my buttons, like a machine
and I'll give you what you need.
All your friends are here now,
so just take your candy and leave.

Liar, liar, your quickfire tongue
you should've never told me
that you were still in love.

Hold my strings like a puppet,
but wait, my legs suddenly bow.
You've cut my strings through,
and I can't dance to your tune.

Liar, liar, your quickfire tongue
you should've never told me
that you were still in love.

Dangle your fisherman's hook,
because you ensnare me
with those pretty words.
Oh, stupid heart you were
such a fool.

No comments: