Just The Thoughts In My Pocket

Maybe this lie was a bit too deep

Forming words in our mouths, like cattle and sheep

I saw the end from the beginning
I could tell it to you in my sleep
The only promises we make are the ones we can't keep

But tongues wagged; ears flopped
Ran like the sand under my feet
We mirrored the image of what we said we'd never be
And although life changes us all too easily
This pain is of the kind of which I would never want to repeat

So understand the harm that I don't mean

When I whipe these tall tales and our dirty slate clean

Dusting you off of all my hopes and dreams
For we've become monsters, not in our minds, but in our deeds

Because we're just tumbling through fabricated realities

So unless we want to lose our precious sleep

Read my lips and cut them deep

We should learn this friendship's defeat

Written by: Niloofar Farahzadeh

This was written a while ago.