Sweet Miserable Lies
Sweet Miserable Lies
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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.