It's fun to lie and exaggerate, especially when it seems romantic
And if you're a poet then the lies seem to come quick and frantic
Quick, let me show my passion by climbing the highest mountain
Using just strength of will and a decent pair of trainers on my feet
I'll just run there, no need to plan or take a plain
After all, it surely couldn't take more than a week
I will find you diamonds that were formed upon the moon
I will make you breakfast every day instead of laying in past noon
I will travel down to Hades and fight the Lord of Death
I will lie. Again and again. With each and every breath
It's fun to lie. To carve a pretty tale.
To pretend I can control each deceptive detail.
But sometimes, well sometimes I need to make sure
I'm being honest. Telling the truth and not a bit more.
I will not always be there for you.
Even though I wish that wasn't true
There are times when I will happen to be many miles away
Or when I happen to be going through my own terrible very bad day
But, poetry aside, I can say with certainty that I will try
To listen to what you say and to join you when you cry
To schedule in a time as soon as I possibly can
That I can be there for you properly, a physical human
I would love to say more, and to swear upon the sky
To try to comfort you with the most beautiful possible lie
Not here. Not in those moments when you are struggling to be you.
In those moments, I will try. And I promise you, I'm speaking true.
