Exactitudes of Our Passion

You never told me that was a lie You never said that was on the tip of your tongue You had a chance and you were silent with me You never told me what you said was a lie Is PROGRESS the true understanding of your reality? Is history collapsible into this moment Minuscule? You expect me to believe what you said? I can't get that exposed I never said I was made of him I never said I was made of him -- And incidentally I don't know You never said it’s fair in love Never had those doubts that somehow I'd like to possess you in my flesh and bones Cause I already do Never said I was made of that You never said that I was deep in your china cabinet But I am You never said I was as deeply alive as you You never told me that was a lie You never told me that tract of letters was a lie Written in exactitudes of our passion for each other You never said it was funny too Never told me it was a disguise You always want to make me laugh It's so difficult to laugh I wanted to but I laugh About stupid situations fucked up miscommunications What to say anymore Last time I saw you On the phone she said She said it lightly and brightly as if to say You never told me that was a lie If you'd lived you'd understand in the text of your class