Tell me a lie

I'll be the first to fall

Give me an offer, unofferable.

Imagine the warmth

In those tiny hands

That held on to a penance I didn't deserve.

Don't it feel like a knife

In the back of your head

And it reeks like an afterthought, rotten and said

Maybe something got lost or forgotten instead.

Oh and I'm bound by a drunk

With a few memories

Of how you burn through your lovers, it's like an ugly disease

And give me an offer, unofferable.

Held on to a penance,

I didn't deserve

And it reeks like an afterthought rotten instead

And maybe something got lost or forgotten and said.