Immortal

Same silly Saturday sad stupid grin
You’re going out the way that you came in
Awash in lavender lies and cowardly chamomile
Alight with halo on high, that Machiavellian smile
Always seemed to be the one to want to rectify
Never were the quickest one to ever realize that…
Some things are better left unsaid
And some things are better left for dead
But nobody wants to tell the dirty truth around here
You used to wonder about the wheres and hows
But you live it up like you’re immortal now
Tall tales and taller denials, the myth of a sick romance
Myopic, solipsistic, three-penny sycophants
Tripping over one another, genuflect to you
Who would even say if they suspected it was true that…
Some things are better left unsaid
And some things are better left for dead
But nobody wants to tell the dirty truth around here
You’re always talking with your mouth full
Half-baked theories so impossible to swallow
Cook up something we can follow
Something borrowed, something blue
So persuasive and confused
All you ever want to do is suffer… so you suffer
Drop dead destructive, deep down dangerous
Shape up, ship out, ship shape, shoot straight with us
Pale petty propaganda poised like a Pulitzer Prize
Return repent rejoice relax and realize
You never had to prove yourself in anybody’s eyes
Never were the quickest one to ever realize it