Sweet Self

You're living a lie You're living a lie You're living a lie With your sweet self You're high and dry Like a manic sigh I can't relate to your denial Under weathered, in the shower The tub fills up with tantrum tangerines Sweet liquor on the pictures Interrupted by a man who yells my name He tells me to put down the apple Then he hands me a device of speech Forcing it against my oval face I can hear my father's voice You're living a lie You're living a lie You're living a lie With your sweet self You're high and dry like a manic sigh I can't relate to your desire I'm living a lie I'm living a lie I'm holding the truth of my sweet self I'm low and wet like a preaching cry You can't relate to me at all To me at all To my sweet self To my sweet self