Unofferable

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 instead

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, unsaid