Tell me a lie
I'll be the first to fall
Give me an offer, unofferable
Imagine the warmth
In those tiny hands
That held on to a penance
I didn't deserve
Don't it feel like a knife
In the back of your head
And it reeks like an afterthought
Rotten and said
Maybe something got lost or forgotten instead
Oh and I'm bound by a drunk
With a few memories
Of how you burn through your lovers
It's like an ugly disease
And give me an offer, unofferable
Held on to a penance
I didn't deserve
And it reeks like an afterthought rotten instead
And maybe something got lost or forgotten and said
I'll be the first to fall
Give me an offer, unofferable
Imagine the warmth
In those tiny hands
That held on to a penance
I didn't deserve
Don't it feel like a knife
In the back of your head
And it reeks like an afterthought
Rotten and said
Maybe something got lost or forgotten instead
Oh and I'm bound by a drunk
With a few memories
Of how you burn through your lovers
It's like an ugly disease
And give me an offer, unofferable
Held on to a penance
I didn't deserve
And it reeks like an afterthought rotten instead
And maybe something got lost or forgotten and said
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