Pants On Fire

We got very good at lying and then telling the truth,
but lying when we knew we were going to tell the truth later,
so then was it lying to begin with?

of course it was,
and it was rough like sandpaper,
course,
brutal,
sometimes unnecessary,
but intoxicating nonetheless

We felt a tingling in our spine when we said the wrong things,
to ourselves,
and then to each other,

and then we had a taste for more,
something greener,
something we could exploit,
for sport,
and nothing more,

Knowing all the while,
that in the end,
we would come clean,

but not the sheets,

not the sheets