lies

there's a funny thing that happens to me, every time it rains outside, i almost hesitate to tell you, i'm afraid you won't believe me at all, because i used to lie all of the time, i know that you know that, but i've drawn the line, i'm not making up any new lies, i'm just maintaining the old ones, tiny gods, invisible to any instrument you know, too small to hold, and truth be told, they're impossible to either prove or disprove, because i used to lie all of the time, i know that you know that, but i've drawn a new lie line, yeah, i've drawn the line, it's a writhing kind, but i still try and hold a couple toes at the edge, there's a funny thing that happens to me, every time it rains outside, i see 'em standing there, they walk out of the rain, who's that, what's this?, nobody but me even knows that they exist, they only ever say, with tongues like knives, "nobody but you even knows we are alive"