"the untruth"

youre touch burns through
i used to think of reasons to play through
but now thats far through

poetry about you
rhymes just come in twos
you said you were cleaning up
i say youre cleaning out

ive tried so hard to make it obvious
hoping to god you were reading this
hoping, maybe you would regret it

but i dont think thats happening
and while it was short lived
i couldnt stop laughing

so lets just stop pretending
that theres anything
and that everythings alright

when you wont even speak to me
tell me why youre not speaking to me
because thats the worst thing
you still make my knees go weak.