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tomorrow is gone
You taste like cigarettes and bubble gum
we don’t lie here
the grass isn’t greener on the other side
and if it was I’d douse it in petrol
and dance in the flames of its destruction
You’re all wrong darlin’
whiskey smoke lingering on your lips
we don’t lie here
and I know this game
better than you
Youth will never be on your side
and I’m old in my bones
we don’t lie here
you’ll never know me at all
despite the sparks peeling back my flesh
for you to see the fucked inside
Tomorrow you’ll be gone
like all the other pretty girls
with pretty promises
we don’t lie here
I won’t miss you at all
The sky is an adventure
and you’re a puzzle piece
in the path I’m walking
we don’t lie here
the clouds aren’t limited
to my dreamings
It’s time to wake up
We’re all liars here
© Indie Adams 2014
we don’t lie here
the grass isn’t greener on the other side
and if it was I’d douse it in petrol
and dance in the flames of its destruction
You’re all wrong darlin’
whiskey smoke lingering on your lips
we don’t lie here
and I know this game
better than you
Youth will never be on your side
and I’m old in my bones
we don’t lie here
you’ll never know me at all
despite the sparks peeling back my flesh
for you to see the fucked inside
Tomorrow you’ll be gone
like all the other pretty girls
with pretty promises
we don’t lie here
I won’t miss you at all
The sky is an adventure
and you’re a puzzle piece
in the path I’m walking
we don’t lie here
the clouds aren’t limited
to my dreamings
It’s time to wake up
We’re all liars here
© Indie Adams 2014
Published 26th Oct 2014
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26th Oct 2014 8:40am
26th Oct 2014 8:55am
Thank you Tarik :) for your lovely comment. Much appreciated. I'm glad you enjoyed the piece.
26th Oct 2014 10:30am
this one kind of sways, Indie, like a song. as you probably know, i'm a sucker for the contrast writes: the ones where we say what we don't mean and all the real meanings are in between. and then the blunters, that just say it all flat out. but, i relate to the contrast defensive. ain't it just the way.
"we're all liars here"
p.s.
second stanza is my favourite. [:
"we're all liars here"
p.s.
second stanza is my favourite. [:
27th Oct 2014 7:53am
Thank you so much Jesta :) I am so glad you get the contrast of the piece. I wasn't sure how to end it, but a contradiction seemed an appropriate ending to the story.
