Motor ready

Hold your laughter, soon right after
the facts are brought to our attention
barely notice
what you know best
which is almost
nothing

Why is there always a reason?
or something you're your whining about
I've heard the same old story
It's growing extremely boring
see right through your innocence
nice disguise the excuses
could have been better, not terrible
for the first try

Quarts of turmoil dripping quickly
out of the leaking mouth of yours
skidding tires, fumes inspire no
caution flags to prevent the danger

Why is there always a reason?
or something you're your whining about
I've heard the same old story
It's growing extremely boring
see right through your innocence
nice disguise the excuses
could have been better, not terrible
for the first try

I'll make it easy if that's what you want
just hit the highway, when I need you I'll phone
don't bother sending any letters to ask
if tempers have cooled since the night you left
I haven't bothered turning the porch light on
I think it's quite clear this isn't your home
anymore

Who's ever closest
I don't notice
anyone waiting for your return
you ought to know this
it came from your lips
with the rest of the obvious lies
my reactions
are distractions
for pleasing my own sick humor
short conversations, complications
you've got to watch what you say
this disaster
arriving soon
twisting the truth with each phase of the moon

Is this what the future holds for me?
now I've found a certain type of honesty
no make believe
or bullshit
from you