The Social Flu

The cloth in which behind we hide
In my grasp, I'll never let go
Such a casual request that got its answer
From a slutty white doe

Through the teeth of a land whale
Green mist as she speaks
A mistake, inside and out
Nothing but jealous lies comes out of her mouth

The ritual for our end of the deal
To fill up every space we see
To make more breaths in the air
As we gasp for more under the sheet

What is a white lie?
From those who can't properly see
Try and dump a perfectly nice scene
They hate what they want to be

Every whisper in the air
Close your ears. It's all a lie
So far from the truth
But you won't see the honesty in my eye