The Weight

I know the broken promises best,

But have no idea how to fix them.

 

And these little lies that I created for you,

Have grown fat and greedy,

 

And now they've turned on me!

Suddenly I am begging for truth,

In the bathroom

On my knees

Crying for mercy.

 

But the truth can't hear lies

And God will only play the fool

Once or twice.

 

The ants must think it's raining

Salt upon the earth,

 

I know I do.

 

Done