Lying
© 1980 The Imports
Lying
Collapsing on the floor where I was drinking
Trying to forget but now I’m thinking
About the things I’ll want to do again
Escaping
Falling even deeper
So confusing
Debating what it’s worth and now accusing
I want to run away, but it’s no use
Turning all about in search of one last hope
Burning all my bridges, tie the rope
Believe I’m all alone
I know it well
