I'm The Icing On Your Bedroom Floor.

Standing tall in your playhouse
Of multi colored lies
Wanting to leave, get away
while I cling to every one.

Your deceit is so inviting,
baby your a catch
But unfortunately, love,
I don't prefer raw fish.

Your lips connect with mine,
Kisses covor the words you said
A smell of sugar coated artificiality
Floods the air we grasp to take.

For the longest damn time
your beautiful being kept me occupied
While your lies waltzed in one ear
and right back out the other.

Love is not a game
And yet our daily tradgedies make it so
All that's left as you fix your tee and walk out
is our artificial, sugar coated scent.