Sweet Miserable Lies

Me and the boys were playing,

Like we’ve done so many times,

Names and numbers exchanging,

And promises to lay it all on the line.

Next morning hung-over and forgotten,

Except the music that we made,

No remorse, at least not often,

From the games that we each knew we

Played.

But I roll over in bed this morning,

Look into your beautiful eyes,

You ask me how the night went, darling,

And I tell you sweet, miserable lies.