I can tell a story
more than I can tell the truth,
for these lines are black and blurry
and are much less understood.
I can stop the heartache
in the serene of my youth
but my lungs won’t let you listen
and I don’t think that you could.
You’ve got something in your pockets–
you’ve got something in your eyes
and it says you don’t believe it
like I really wish you would,
but this life is full of stories
and some picture-perfect lies
so I think I’ll let it play out
and we’ll say that life is good.