You taught me how to play this game for two
You wrapped your tongue around the words that I could never put life to
You raised your hands in semblance of good faith
You let your lies spew out between vile attempts at having tact and saving face
(oh hell)
All our dreams forfeit to bliss if we’re weaving wicked lines
All our dreams forfeit to bliss, disease is a state of mind
Your dirty mouth spilled the afterbirth of pride
You love the sound of your voice when no one else can tell you are only being snide
Your murderous speech intent on its design
Carefully crafted words, like arrows fly, from your lips and leave your sense behind