Out of Lies
Good morning,
it’s another rinse and repeat.
As I’m walking down,
the shaded side of the street.
Cause the sun is blinding,
and I can barely see.
I’ll stumble around and try,
to find something to eat.
Cause I’m wasting all of my time,
and I’m running out of lies.
My shoes don’t match,
and I smell like perfume.
I look at my arms and I,
see a new bruise.
But there’s a smile on my face,
as I breathe in the fresh air.
And I exhale scotch,
living life without care.
Cause I’m wasting all my time,
And I’m running out of lives.
Cause I’m wasting all of my time,
And I’m running out of lies.
