Shimmering was she
And loveliness to see
The found her when she was three
Where she lied
We talked within a wave
Of things we could not crave
But circumstances turn grave(s)
That's where she lied
 [bad word] 
You told me, you told me you loved life
Don't tell me, don't tell me you loved life

Don't tell me you loved life

I read your book of rot
And wondered what you thought
As journalists have taught
It pays to lie
The [bad word] upon a vine
The gun that swallows time
To shimmer in our minds
That's how she lied