do you still tell yourself
when you're drinking
that this isn't you,
what you had in mind
do you still tell yourself
you don't mimic my speech
who do you think gave you those words
that spell out your cleaned out soul?
i don't care, you keep yourself blind
go ahead and tell yourself
i wasn't what you had in mind
to myself, i once told
those same old boring lies
you can't keep my attention
don't you dare deny it
i trade in something rawer
something more flawed and painful
than your flimsy house of lies
tell yourself it's not a treason
tell yourself the name you dream of
wasn't always mine.
No matter how the letters line up
it goes back to me it follows me
around the bend it's at my heels
I won't bow down to it, but
i know exactly how it feels.
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