Ribbon

​I fell for you, but I was seeing the best of this through rose-colored glasses I may be drunk, but the sentiment is genuine The closest I've felt to love was you kissing me and you meant it Lying is so hard, it's true, unless it's lying in bed with you But you cut our ribbon loose, and I don't know what to do Lying is so hard, it's true, unless it's lying with you But you let go And so I drove alone Gin still in my throat Hoping "If God were real he'd overlook this one" My heart and his fists were pounding on my ribs Eager to come out and teach my mind a lesson in forgiveness Lying is so hard, it's true, unless it's lying in bed with you But you cut our ribbon loose, and I don't know what to do Lying is so hard, it's true, unless it's lying with you God, I was shaken in bed Slowly waking up from a dream so fabricated A feral animal without the right to cry for elation And so the Lord ripped my poetry out of my hands Said "you'll have to beg some more before someone understands" Lying is so hard, it's true, unless it's lying in bed with you But you cut our ribbon loose, and I don't know what to do Lying is so fucking hard to do, unless it's lying with...