Your concrete falsifications
Are the adhesives that hold me together.
You can't put a number
On the numerous lies
That kept me from falling apart.
Honesty's made for shattered souls,
So don't reign on my parade
With the morbid truth.
The inaccuracy of yesterday
Keeps me assured today
And alive tomorrow.
Thus, you shall carry on with
The sarcastic fabrications.
To me, deception's appreciated
And distortion's a way of living.
So keep the misrepresentations coming, Baby,
And renew me with each exaggeration.