"And you say that I hurt you, in a voice like a prayer
Yeah, you say that I've hurt you, and your voice is like a prayer. Yeah, well maybe I hurt you sometimes, let's contrast and compare...lift up your shirt, the wound isn't there. I guess that
your truth, is just
the ghost of your lies...
...Yeah, your kind of truth, darling, is just the ghost of your lies, & I see through them all the time...
...I'm pouring some whiskey right now, I'm going to get so, so drunk, that I pass out, & forget your face, by the time I wake up..."
Kid 1: "Have you heard that beautiful song by
Conor Oberst"
Kid 2: "But there are so many!"
Kid 1: "One of the most beautiful"
Kid 2: "Oooh, It's Cool We Can still be friends!"
