I know that things are broken.
And though there’s too many words left unsaid,
You say you have spoken.
Like the coward I am, I hang my head.
And you lie careless, your head on my chest.
And don’t even look at me looking my best.
And all these things I can’t describe
You would rather I didn’t try.
But please, don’t cry—you liar.

They told me love was a fortress
And I had never put it to the test.
All the while, I relied on this “honesty”
Well, in love, we are all amateurs at best.
But please, don’t cry—you liar.

You lean in for your last kiss,
And who in this world could ask me to resist?
Your hands, cold as they find my neck.
All this love that I’ve found I detest.