tomorrow is gone

You taste like cigarettes and bubble gum
we donít lie here
the grass isnít greener on the other side
and if it was Iíd douse it in petrol
and dance in the flames of its destruction

Youíre all wrong darliní
whiskey smoke lingering on your lips
we donít lie here
and I know this game
better than you

Youth will never be on your side
and Iím old in my bones
we donít lie here
youíll never know me at all
despite the sparks peeling back my flesh
for you to see the fucked inside

Tomorrow youíll be gone
like all the other pretty girls
with pretty promises
we donít lie here
I wonít miss you at all

The sky is an adventure
and youíre a puzzle piece
in the path Iím walking
we donít lie here
the clouds arenít limited
to my dreamings

Itís time to wake up

Weíre all liars here

© Indie Adams 2014
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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