between the truth I feel lied to I remember my friend Lala's film about lying It was a series of interviews People talked about white lies, lies and art, lying by omission and about the truth I don't remember what I said during my interview I remember I used to underline my eyes in black to look severe This boy used to say that I love liars It made me so mad But I'm a liar I lie to my family all the time I lie so I can do what I want and so they aren't disappointed And I love them Maybe I do love liars Maybe that's my recompense I remember we used to play a card game where I'd always lie to Lala and she'd always cry Every time We'd keep playing it with friends and she'd always say I could lie to her before the game started--she'd always promise not to be upset, that she knew it was just a game I never understood why until recently Some things you can't ask for-- you can't ask for the truth and you can't ask to be loved Once you ask--something's already been broken My faraway friend found me I've always had the right person around when I was in trouble It's superstition and silly but it's also why I'm here |