I didn't want to tell you this, no,
it's just some guy she's been hanging out with,
the past couple weeks I guess
Thank you and hang up the phone,
Hear the casket close, let's pin
Laughter pours from under doors
In this house I don't understand
Seems artificial, like a TV insert
But hola, hola, hola, hola
Persuaded, must be satisfied
But you tear, tear your hair from ruins
Of that same head you got twice removed
Now a lock of hair you said would prove
You combed your hair in side that mirror
and glued with jewellery too
Something about those bright colours
would always make you feel better
But now we speak with ruined tongues
It's just a mumble, a sentence
to a passing acquaintance,
You said you hate my suffering
And you'd take care of me
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie
And plans were never finalized
But left to hang like yarn and twine
As you tear and tear your hair from roots
With that same head you're
Now a block of hair you said would prove
And I sing and sing of awful things
The pleasure that my sadness brings
As my fingers press onto the strings
A lie, a lie, an awful lie
This weight would not be satisfied
I'm gonna give ya only one reply
To the stranger that appears
Our conversations are circles
Except we keep coming back
To this meaning that I lack
He says the choices were given
