The loathing for the lies you told
The way you said it sweetly
The times you asked me to unfold
The times you packed me neatly
I think of all the precious times
And tears come to my eyeballs
But thinking of the things you did
I kill those thoughts with lysol.
There may never be another time
I will trust you complety
Because of all the lies you told
The way you said it sweetly.