Unofferable

Tell me a lie,
I'll be the first to fall.
Give me an offer
unofferable.

Imagine the war,
In those tiny hands,
That held onto a penance,
I didn't deserve.

Don't it feel like a knife,
In the back of your head?
And it reeks like an afterthought, rotten, unsaid.
Maybe something got lost or forgotten instead.

and I'm bound by a drunk,
With a few memories,
Of how you burn through your lovers,
like an ugly disease.

Give me an offer unofferable.
That held onto a penance I didn't deserve.
And it reeks like an afterthought, rotten, instead,
maybe something got lost or forgotten unsaid.