You told me once, you told me twice
that things would chance.
You painted diamonds in my sky,
yet it always looked the same.
Oh, those beautiful lies that your lips
whispered to me, carving scars in my skin.
Burning sorrows and crying golden parts of me.
A Little lie, every other day
to keep the thought of leaving you away.
What could I say?
I called it love.We called it love.
You traced lines along my curves
and kissed my hips, nude and soft.
Burning so softly, the candle lit.
Ending so smoothly, truth in between.
And I called it love.
We called it love.