Dance Little Liar

I heard the truth was built to bend

A mechanism to suspend

The guilt is what you will require

And still you've got to dance, little liar

Just like those fibs to pop and fizz

And you'll be forced to take that awful quiz

And you're bound to trip, and she'll detect the fiction

On your lips and dig a contradiction up

And the clean-coming will hurt

And you can never get it spotless

When there's dirt beneath the dirt

The liar takes a lot less time

I'm sure it's clear and plain to read

It's not an alibi you need just yet

Oh no, it's something for those beads of sweat

Yes, that will get you back to normal

And after you have dabbed the patch, you'll breathe

And then proceed to scratch the varnish off

That newly-added calmness

So as not to raise any alarms too soon

And the clean-coming will hurt

And you can never get it spotless

When there's dirt beneath the dirt

The liar takes a lot less time to decide on the saunter

Have you got itchy bones?

And all your time alone, can you hack your mind being riddled

With the wrong memories?

And the clean-coming will hurt

And you can never get it spotless

When there's dirt between the dirt