Folly
with passion’s brilliant mediocrity
we sparked a flame with tragedy
it was our common fantasy
what a candid lie we chose to sing
while watching worlds were turning
we rubbed two thorns with yearning
we set emerald cities burning
what a candid lie we chose to sing
adoration reeked of haughty claim
adulation played a sordid game
affections viral... would not tame
what a candid lie we chose to sing
what a candid lie we sing
in the graying dawn of age
as with our trembling hands
we turn a bitter page
you gaily pierced the side of me
a garden weeps inside of me
anguish eats the soul of me
since you have forsaken me
what a candid lie I chose to sing
worlds keep on turning
affections keep on yearning
young men keep on learning
candid lies they gladly choose to sing
your last kiss came on my last dime
a greyhound bus rolled down the line
empty seats filled up with time
maybe yours
maybe mine
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