I don’t want you to tell me a story untrue
Angels can have broken wings and destructive motives too
I don’t want you to wait when I’m gone
People don’t fly in circles going round and round
I’m not an admirer of the dark circles around your eyes
and they seem darker when they carry lies.
You try to paint a picture
Spank it with brushstrokes
Flaunt it with a pale smile but you almost choke.
Don’t wrap your arms around me
Don’t say the sweetest things
Say what you really want
Do what you feel like doing.
‘Cause baby, sooner or later
When all these nasty things will get piled up
Everything will be clumsy and really rough
then no matter how hard I’ll try
When all I want is you to be brave
but you escape
So will you.