you've lied your way to the top

late night once again
and I'll write this as
quickly as possible
before I run out of words
and I'm stuck wondering
why they all seem to disappear
when I fall into so much hate
that I could burn down this town

I shouldn't even wonder why you
never remembered to call me back
and every word out of your mouth
had a secret motive to find me in your sheets
you're the past
I shouldn't even care

I'm partial to telling everybody
about your flaws
in hopes that you'll fall flat on your face
in public
I'll scream out every secret I've stored
for the time I knew would come
from the second you became too good to be true
"if it's too good to be true
it's probably a lie"
thank you, stranger
you're words ring true

you copied fictional characters
and that worked
you won't find me cheering on the good guy
because he's never real
and he's always selfish

you're the one
I've wanted to kill your name
in the back of my head
for as long as I've known of your existance
(you were overwhelming before
you were even real)

I hope she does to you what you did to me
and I hope you break each other
because I'm in the mood to see things
fall apart
in the life of someone other than myself

now, go find yourself a wife
you always said your intentions were
sincere