Honey promise
There is a lie in my head telling me it's true.
But I shrug it off. Phase it out with music and a pencil.
Sometimes at night it comes creeping and whispers its honey promise in my ears.
Soon, it says.
So very soon.
There are voices in my head telling me they're real.
I lock them away and pretend Im the one running the show.
Late at night they come and I write them down.
Messing my head up. Putting it on spin.
Sooner or later, they say, I´'ll run out of paper.
Soon.
So very soon.
The lies become true.
But I shrug it off. Phase it out with music and a pencil.
Sometimes at night it comes creeping and whispers its honey promise in my ears.
Soon, it says.
So very soon.
There are voices in my head telling me they're real.
I lock them away and pretend Im the one running the show.
Late at night they come and I write them down.
Messing my head up. Putting it on spin.
Sooner or later, they say, I´'ll run out of paper.
Soon.
So very soon.
The lies become true.