Tell me a lie I'll be the first to fall Give me an offer unofferable
Imagine the warmth In those tiny hands That held onto a penance I didn't deserve
Don't it feel like a knife In the back of your head? And it reeks like an afterthought rotten and said Maybe something got lost or forgotten instead
Oh, and I'm bound by a trunk With a few memories Of how you burn through your lovers It's like an ugly disease
Give me an offer unofferable That held onto a penance I didn't deserve And it reeks like an afterthought rotten instead And maybe something got lost or forgotten and said
