To've writ the words, I promise you
Then as a slur, I promise you
To hold the gift of thoughtfulness
To excuse the act of crushing it

As you know I've been called a liar
And so I know what I, a lying person, does

To whisper self-servingly o' thy tears
Then to demoralize the one who took a chance on you
To invite my heart to be sewn
Then to boo
At it as a gag

As you know I've been called a liar
And so I know what a lying person does
But I'm also a friend, unlike you
And know what a friend will do too

Too much has deflowered as more than enough
To seize off of me
The slip of self love

As you know I've been called a liar
And so I know what a lying person does
But I'm also a friend, unlike you
And know what a friend will do too