truth is the color of teeth

[cowboycal]

so many hearts and too many keys,
when your nose down on the mirror
it gets harder to breath.

he said he'd keep you up all night,
if you'd get down on your knees,
not exactly love,
but he's got your white lines of hope,
and immortality.

legs tangled and tongues,
you lift your skirt
believing that its love,
but its already over,
before its begun.

truth is the color of teeth,
the lies you tell
and the secrets that you keep:

make-up on his bedsheets,
bare shoulders and feet that you've thieved,
and souls...
but souls you know, they see everything.

everything.