Coming To Terms

 

Coming To Terms

Tell the truth, no lies
I can take it
Bend your breath just once
Run your mouth
I’ll catch it You sound like Judas One thing I’ve learned to stay standing:
take you at your word and I’m empty-handed A tongue like yours should be burned and branded
so I can see you lie to me Wish the air turned red
when you breathe it in
so I could’ve seen it coming Look in my eyes
when you say you love me
Let me watch you lie to me I’m a bloodhound born to hunt
Poor prey, you’re exhausted
Your silence bled through
Now it’s all on fire Same lesson, same scar:
trust your words and I’m left with nothing Burn that tongue, brand it deep
so I can see the lie before it speaks Look me in the eyes
say you love me
Let me see you lie
let me see you lie to meShorter, sharper, still keeps the core venom.