Casey Hallas Art

I Won’t Learn to Lie

Behind these homes
Behind these homes
Is a road
The road that we’re on
Taking us somewhere
Beyond

Not from here
Somewhere safe enough
To bear
I may write
Some time
Master teaching
To be getting over self
You had an
Easy life
Can’t you tell
He is bleeding
On the shelf
The lord is made
Of wine
I me mine me
I’m not good
Enough to be
I won’t learn to lie

Whisper it here
Whisper it is what you say
Say it to me
Hey if it’s what you’re
Thinking

No friend of mine
Would think to
Put me on
The right
I may write
Some time
Be a man
Sticks and stones
Will break my hands
I won’t learn to lie
It’s a chore
And all you
Want to drink
Is more
And love you’re
Never fun
I me mine me
I’m not good enough
To be
I won’t learn
To lie

Making the bread
Making the bread
Made of death
Eating the bread
Eating and freezing
The rest

I’d like to learn
To be reborn
Without the pain
Choking on my
Smile
I me mine me
I’m not good enough
To be
I won’t
Learn to lie

I’m sorry I came
I’m sorry I got in
The way
I’ll just go on
The way that it
Always has been

Sit at home
Sit at mine and want you gone
I won’t learn to lie

Sit at home
Sit at mine and want you gone
I should be a mime

Sit at my home
Sit at mine and want you gone
I won’t learn to lie

Sit at home
Sit at mine and want you gone
I won’t learn to lie

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