But it seems I have done just that,
Set out a course of incredible dishonesty,
Treated you sweet and lovingly
When all my heart was filled with fat
And slowed in a creeping crawling vat
Of molasses and honey and sticky
Mouths, opening and closing before
Lips say more.

I have lied that inside I am true
I have lied that inside I can hold out for you
I have lied that me heart doesn’t melt from the top
Of Mt. Rushmore, dead presidents saying a lot
And you and I are happy.
How can I be happy.
How can I believe
All of us is what we seem?

I love you even though I’m so very mean.