Devious

There she was well equipped with a gun on her hip she was lively.

And my mind it was sharp, like a dagger of sorts, ones for killing.

Oh my love, my love was a cruel, cruel invention.

Now she’s tortured inside. She kills herself loudly but never mentions.

 

Oh my time, faithful time was just crushing, clutched on to anything. 

Go ahead.

And oh my lies, faithful lies, were just holding clutched onto anything; wish they were me. 

 

If you dare take a hit or a taste of her lips you’ll be done for.

In crimson wool she’d roll on down to your house, take you were you landed.

Oh my tongue, my tongue was a cruel, cruel invention. 

And her heart would subside with the blue in his eyes erring on wishful thinking. 

Oh my time, faithful time was just crushing, clutched on to anything. 

Go ahead. 

And oh my lies, faithful lies were just holding clutched onto anything. But I wish they were me.