Lie to Me and Sing Me a Song
Lie to me like I lie to you. The morning it won't come if you lie to me. Will you take me to your bed and make me feel whole. Lie to me. Saviors die like you and me. Saviors beg just the same. Lie to me and make me feel. You wouldn't say fire without a lie. I'd rather lay with a lie than lay with nothing at all. Steady my soul and ease my worry. Hold me when I rattle and I calm me when I hum; rocking back and forth holding my knees. Sing and lie to me.
It's almost gone and it's almost over. I can feel the sweet illusion coming down with the idea of you hovering over me. Grabbing vapor. Coming back with tail spins of aquarium water. Coming back with filth from the coffee cup in the gutter. The Styrofoam was laughing at me with streaks of mud running down the side. Sweet confusion kicks along with my feet and I step to the illusion of your smile. The lies that come from my brain remind me that you are real some how. I can feel the confusion and it seems better than the truth.
I christened my way to your name. When I hear your name out on the ocean there are ways to be and I am that way. There are ways your eyes should look and mine look that way.
"Turn around baby."
"I thought that was you." She said with that rye smile. The confidence of everything is ok. Bulletproof face makes everything else seem so tired. Everything seemed so tired compared to the corner of that mouth.
"How could you think that was me?" I said kicking the floor like a kid. I was trying to mirror that smile with my own.
"If you think I could forget anything about you, you are wrong. Well then again, you were always wrong weren't you."
I didn't say a thing. I nodded my head like a man going to tell a boy's mother he had just killed her baby. I nodded with the shame that comes from knowing that nothing can be changed. I nodded the way a man nods when a woman smacks him. You stand there stunned at what you had done. You accept the slap with more love than you would accept the tears that will cry on someone else's shoulders. I nodded in front of her.
"Well, say something." She said with the confidence of a lion.
"There's nothing to say." I said it straight faced like a smart ass would say it to a teacher. I said it with insolence. Then something dropped inside my stomach. I felt our last moments slipping away. And I managed to get out my epitaph;
There's always sunshine. Sunshine comes with the morning. Comes with the breath. There is always a day to bring back two choices, memories or futures. A beautiful soul is mine. A wonderful life to be mine. A lie to me from you. That deep base hits my head like a sad song. That bass line that comes with a downbeat and a woman's voice accompanying all great sad songs. Lie to me and sing me a song. Lie to me about the morning. If the morning comes will you lie to me again and make me heavy like the rocks in the riverbed.
I want to be the blue birds singing to the roses in the yard. I want to be the first thing the lie sees in the morning. The gray lie sees the concert of nature and beauty and runs back into my body. It runs back into my eyes and looks out over the weeds in the sidewalk cracks. Let my savior mend. Weeper down in the valley ended up with nothing scars. The scars were the stories I could tell to make people believe I loved. Lie to me and let me lie to you. It'll make it easier to call the devil when he comes to pick us up.