Liar, Liar

Pull a grey bag over my head and make me pray for my life.

You like to play these games,

And I am always on the tip of your knife.

Go on, dear, and release your unforgiving flame over me.

You are a walking scab,

Sinking in your own guilt and oversold novelty.

You tried to prove them that we were alike, you damn liar.

I was looking for water,

But you overshot and pulled me into the fire.

Blow some frosty fog into my eyes again and let me down.

I like to play games too,

Except I can do it with a spine, in a red gown.

So, go ahead and part your unruly lips in faux surprise.

You are a stain on my pride,

And you will have to pay the fairest price.

-JW