Tell me a lie
I'll be the first to fall
Give me an offer
unofferable
Imagine the warmth
In those tiny hands
That held on to a penance
I didn't deserve
Don't it feel like a knife
In the back of your head
And it reeks like an
afterthought rotten and said
Maybe something got lost
or forgotten instead
Oh and I'm bound by a drunk
With a few memories
Of how you burn
through your lovers
It's like an ugly disease
And give me an offer
unofferable
That held on to a penance
I didn't deserve
And it reeks like an
afterthought rotten instead
And maybe something got lost
or forgotten and said