A lie is like a cheap bottle of wine from a cheap liquor store,
It don’t cost much at the time but it burns as it goes down,
And you know you’re gonna pay, later you say now it’s ok,
But as hard as you swallow you can’t shake the taste,
The acid and the after thought churning in your belly,
the buzz becomes a fly in your brain and you feel grey the next day,
And it leaves you with nothing but regrets
From owning my mistakes.
yeah it was that kind of day.