Liar

I know that things are broken,

and though there's too many words left unsaid.

You say you have spoken.

Like the coward I am, I hang my head.

You lie careless, your head on my chest.

Don't even look at me looking my best.

All these things I can't describe.

You would rather I didn't try.

But please, don't cry, you liar.

Oh please, don't cry, you liar.

You lean in for your last kiss,

who in this world could ask me to resist?

Your hands cold as they find my neck.

Oh, this love that I've found, I detest.

Closer

You can have my isolation.
You can have the hate that it brings.

You can have my absence of faith.
You can have my everything.

Sad Song

Sing a sad song in a lonely place,

try to put a word in for me.

It's been so long since I found this place,

you better put in two or three.

We as people are just walkin' 'round,

our heads are firmly fixed in the ground.

What we don't see, well it can't be real.

What we don't touch we cannot feel.

Where we're living in this town,

the Sun is coming up and it's going down,

but it's all just the same at the end of the day.

And we cheat, and we lie.

Nobody says it's wrong and we don't ask why.

And it's all just the same at the end of the day.

We're throwing it all away,

at the end of the day.

Main tumhri daasi, janam ki pyaasi

Tum hi ho mera shringar preetam.

Tumhare raste ki dhool le kar

Main maang apni sada bharungi,

Sada bharungi.

Dearly beloved, are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying.
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure.

Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse.

A Million Ways to Be Cruel

Sit back, matter of fact,
teasing, toying, turning, chatting,
charming, hissing, playing the crowd.

Play that song again.
Another couple Klonopin.
A nod, a glance, a halfhearted bow.

Oh such grace, oh such beauty
And lipstick and callous and fishnets and malice.
Oh darlin', you're a million ways to be cruel.

I should, I wish I could.
Maybe if you were I would.
A list of standard issue regrets.

One last 80 proof
Slouching in the corner booth.
Baby it's as good as it gets.

Oh such grace, oh such beauty
So precious, suspicious, and charming, and vicious.
Oh darlin', you're a million ways
Oh darlin', you're a million ways to be cruel