Gillian Was A Horse

it's midnight and I give up
I'm tired of lying for you
I will not hold your hands and pretend I'm your lover
you must admit the turn offs
have all been less than grand
there's no more police escorts or the high school welcome bands
I'm no lie detector
he's no bullshit talker and we both know who knows
what should be known to all the authors
now they've put away the kissing booths
the chapstick gossip's truth
the only donkey they'll be riding, boy, is the one wearing your shoes
now they've heard it through the walls of telephone operators
and i found out from someone else, he said he was your brother
I'm no lie detector
he's no bullshit talker and we both know who knows
what should be known to all the authors
I don't care if I'm the only one who's not payin
cause honey I am done staying up all night waiting
now we're all tying the ribbons of worry to your tree
your passing will make the headlines but sadly no one will read
just how the town's hopeless romantic had his heart on his sleeve
died alone in the carpark of a local library
I'm no lie detector
he's no bullshit talker and we both know who knows
what should be known to all the authors