Slip Ups

You're a good liar, kid.
Sometimes it really scares me
It makes me really shiver.
It keeps me up at night, kid
The way you lie right to their face
And it scares me even more
thinking they might just trace
Your lies
I burn right to the core
The way you ask for more.

I'll grab your hand if I can
But I might just drop you
My hands are so slippery,
Just so slimy, babe.
I can't get the dirt off my hands,
No, it won't seem to come off

You're a good smiler, kid.
Sometimes it really blinds me
It hurts my eyes how fake you are
I can't see my dirty hands
when I hold them front of my face
And it makes me even sicker
thinking of my future
My God.
I'm burnt right to the core
I can't take anymore.