Lie to me, like you used to. Tell me everything is how it should be. Lie to me, did you have to? Because in the end it never matters what I think. And I can barely tell the sky from the shoreline, and I can see myself reflected in your eyes. And this was all a dream and it’s coming back to me. A portrait in grey scale, a perfect betrayal. And I can’t even breathe with this weighing on my chest. You knew me at my best, now I can’t even stand on my own.