plead the fifth

Honesty was by far never one of my favorite attributes

Actually if anyone ever asked me to choose

I would choose a lonely life over the truth 

You say you’ll never truly trust me but I know you’re secretly hoping 

That you can dream beside me without one eye or ear open 

No apology or astrology sign can make you trust the words I’ve spoken 

All my white lies have caught me in the dark and now I’m staring at what’s broken

Honesty was never my friend, it gave me the blues 

If anyone asks you, you forced me to choose 

And so I choose the Grim Reaper over the truth 

Even as a child, I played with stories and mixed up fairy tales with our realities 

Reality was a mean babysitter and so at night, I’d sneak out and fly with Peter Pan over the sea 

My fantasy is so much better when you’re not in my reality, heartbroken by my mistakes with tears dripping down your face

I swear my fantasy is so much better when you’re not mad at me

I thought I would never choose anything over my lovely lies 

My manipulative ways stand in the way of you being my wife 

I may be selfish but I feel feverish whenever I think of you in my life 

If anyone is wondering why I changed for better or for worse

I’d tell them that fiction was paradise but without you, I don’t see the worth