Man this guy must think I’m so stupid
He lies without second thoughts
It’s the only thing about him that’s consistent
Other than how often he’s wrong

Doesn’t get why she’s so tired
Working multiple jobs
The bills come out of her account
He buys Pilsner and PBR

Lights go down
Pour it out
A puppet show
For an eager crowd
Around it spins
An interactive game
One foot out
No escape

She loves convenient truths
Can’t fail what you don’t try to do
Doctoring photos, texts and names
The lengths she’ll go to manipulate

Lights go down
Trading spaces
A sock conducting
Foul play
Raise the bar
Fill the cup
A clear substance
For an acid tongue