Mensonge, a Love Story

"Mensonge" is French for "lying," so the title translates to "Lying, a Love Story." These are lyrics I've been working on putting to music, keep in mind while reading.

It’s okay, go ahead and throw it away (hide the wrapper.) 
We’ll deal with it over time.  I’ll cover the fee, you’ll see.  
I’m over it, but don’t tell; whatever you do.  It’s an easy ride to hell, I know.
Independence.  What a joke…. I might laugh, but I’d choke on reality. 
Roe’s for little Tokyo, and Wade is a guy I met last night.  And you still don’t know we were real for a moment.  And I always blow it, I always blow it 
The choices we make are the choices we take, the ones we buy.  Covering up our foolishness with a co-pay & a well fabricated lie. But we laugh at our fallacies and cross our best friends and we try to find the people who will be there at the end, with no answer…with no answer 
The end of the night is a little hard, and the rent a cop is on guard for protestors.  And I’m alone.  The sidewalk is bare and I’m halfway back to my home, for the night.  They gave me a brown paper bag and there’s a number I can call if I need help. Yeah right. I can fight this alone, waiting on a taxi.  But will it even come? I don’t know, I don’t know. 
And I get back to find nothing has changed I spent my Christmas money on it and you’re there to ease my pain.  But you don’t know, I know I’ve got to go, but you love me.  The wrapper is long gone and I failed the test, threw away the stupid bag with numbers and--  I shutter, when you say you want to be with me forever.  
But the kind of kids you’d want to have would be handsome, blond, and tall and mad about girls -- at school.  But the kind of life I want to lead, I feel those dreams but can’t take head �" to the risk.  So tonight I just want to hear your bad jokes, and maybe I’ll take a closed mouth kiss. 

Author's Note

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