The Past Is A Liar

The past is a liar and the future can deceive

So how’s one to know when to leave?

When you are stranded in a parallel line

And the ghost of his hands show off baffling signs

I passed out then woke up having an ache

As I collect all the memories I fictitiously make

In pages where I tried to write about you

And in songs you post that, I thought, contain clues

The past is a liar and the future can deceive

These eyes keep on closing but my legs run free

Taking me back to the street where you walk me home

Leaving me to this longing I still couldn’t fathom

The past is a liar and so am I

The past contains warm beers I’ll always want to try

While the future holds nothing for us but deceit

Full of hopes and daydreams about you that night on that street