Tell me your thought...
Tell me your lies....
Its alright if you lie to me,
Nobody really cares...

It runs in life,
These little lies...
Unconcious,
Yet still fully aware....

Interesting little whispers,
I'll listen to you speak,
Admiring the stories I'm being told,
Perhaps the voice that speaks them...

But then again the little river of lies,
Lays miles wide,
My boredum might take ahold,
And we'll reach an impass...

Your little lies,
Will cease,
And my boredum will resume....

My boredum inspires.....