Your parted lips, they spill the tale…
Desperate attempt: to no avail.
I want the truth, you're feeding lies;
Spinach casserole of alibis.
Your shaking hands, your tear-soaked cheeks,
and an anxious knot kept in for weeks.
Birthing itself from every pore,
your sweat tells me there's something more.

Like a teenage drunk, you vomit your pain,
and I soak it in like a drawing drain.
You swear to me, "it can only get better",
but all I see now is your scarlet letter
Branded in that look upon your face.
My memory melted, in private disgrace.
I can't get past this! It is the end.
Goodbye my lover, liar, friend.

I don't want to go, but you forced my hand…
Never wanted to know but I understand.
You mean more to me than I choose to say.
So darling, try not to see me walk away.

Jordan Hanson 2008