A liar's lips are their Best fingerprints You can fake it isn't there But I can taste it when we kiss Tracing paper wrists I tried to draw the line and I missed But one day I'll be able to look back at This and make some kind of sense of it I'm not another shin to kick One foot in the grave both hands on the gin It took a while to figure out We couldn't coexist But I'm not falling into your abyss