Tell me a lie
I'll be the first to fall

Give me an offer, unofferable

Imagine the warmth
In those tiny hands
That held on to a penance
I didn't deserve

Don't it feel like a knife
In the back of your head
And it reeks like an afterthought
Rotten and said
Maybe something got lost or forgotten instead

Oh and I'm bound by a drunk
With a few memories
Of how you burn through your lovers
It's like an ugly disease

And give me an offer, unofferable

Held on to a penance
I didn't deserve
And it reeks like an afterthought rotten instead
And maybe something got lost or forgotten and said
Give me an offer unofferable