Push Play

With my words across your face
You’re making up stories of your own
Little bits of white paper
In pockets deeper than you know

You painted black upon the whitest lies
You’ve seen them fall, you have seen them rise
You painted black upon the whitest lies, lies, your lies

Push play, stop rewind
You drown your heros in red wine

Close enough to see your hands sneaking out of his embrace
Paper thin, whispering, breaking in