...that never were true

i’m no longer the best friend, but the next best thing
when you’ve no longer got your marlon brando
my sympathies were dead before you needed them
you know i could burn your house down

he’s so handsome when your eyes are shut;
you can almost imagine saving the world in his embrace
but our politics force us to withdraw when it’s dark
and you must come back in my cave

on repeat, your pleas become so obtuse
like you forgot what you were saying before you even started
rejection’s a pretty bitter pill to swallow
but at least it’s not the sun against the moon

watch out, be sure you don’t leave too soon