Lying to your face has never been easy. You catch me every time except this time.
Has it ever occurred to you, that maybe, you are caught in my web of detailed lies that are designed to trap you.
Today, I woke up with the girl of my dreams laying right next to me. It wasn’t you. She was magically and non-imaginary. I could have been caught in a fire and that would not have been enough, to let her go from my arms.
She was precious, pale, red-headed and the best of all, my baby. She woke up and started to lie. I questioned, why was she lying. She was adamant, that she was not, although she was convincing, I knew the detailed gibberish was the same, that I’d spit to her.
She left. I was stuck with you now. You were boring and to say the very least, I could think of a billion things that would be more fun than to talk to you. You asked me, “why wasn’t I loving”?
I could care less; so I gave you the same detailed gibberish she gave me. Who knows if you believed it or not. I don’t care.
All I am waiting for, is my red-headed baby, to tell me the truth.