All You Got Are The Lies I Tell Myself

I would talk about the latest
Fashion trends and smoke through
Those mid-night hours,
Hour glasses, oh Lord,
If I loved you enough
To ignore your bitter sweet glances,
But once I saw the talking erupt
I took my sad abacus
And made my way around town;
I figured the third flight of steps
Would make the perfect place to cry,
But Maria had to go and ask
What had gone wrong in that world of mine,
I only got dreams,
I think of inside my crazy head,
The only thing I give you
Are the lies I tell myself:
So the brilliant points were erased
And my errands had gone
On their way to a whole new mind,
Because mine had only
A couple thoughts of you that stuck around;
A minute to an hour ago,
I had lost the fight,
I screamed for another day,
Then I realized it did no good:
You would miss the second-hand
Typewriter stuck inside my ears,
And you would beg for another chance:
You skipped your Sunday school class,
And rode your bike
All the way to my backdoor,
I told you to leave,
I begged you to flock,
I would do you you no good,
Because I sang all day,
But I left you with the words
Shoved into my teeth,
"I am a dusty road,
You never want to take,
An illusion inside my head
Is another one of your regrets,"