Lie to me

Its not the wisps of ghosts
Steaming from behind us
Hanging white and grey
That bothers me.
Everyone needs to let off a little steam


Its the deep dark shadows
The hinting cover of
The book I can't read
That bothers me.
I want to know all your nooks and crannies


I hate to picture you, my you
The older, wiser this-years-model you
The you I know and love
Anywhere else but here...


So when you start filling in those
Blank pages for me
It bursts my brain
Why were you anywhere else but here...


Please please please
Lie to me