busted cover

i'm sorry to bust your cover
it's just that i'm no longer smothered, buy my righteous core
you always listened to me like i was the store
of truth and goodness, maybe
but baby i can make mistakes
and yes our hearts, yours it aches

but know that my intentions oft
directed toward the good
it's just that my demons are a hood
and sometimes blaze in unanchored glory
i give in to my biggest stor.ies.

lies you told, we told
unfold
now we start toward a path of ....