if you have to lie to me,
make the lie so ever sweet;
just like some lemonade,
sitting in a summer haze,
a tall glass bottle,
with the beating sun,
like it's sweating from the lies to come.
and if you don't like drinking lemonade,
take me to a tree with shade,
lay me down underneath;
and lie to me straight through your teeth.
but if the tree is not for me,
then take me on a date at three;
order me a chocolate cake,
and bake the lie inside for taste.
such a treat,
for me to eat,
if you have to lie to me,
make the lie ever so sweet,
so i can be drinking lemonade,
washing down the chocolate cake,
laying in the big trees shade,
it still hurts the exact same way.
© catdimes