he lies to me once,
will lie again and again,
no remorse, no soul
all trust is foregone
i run in a wicked storm,
leave his heart to bleed
he lies to me once,
will lie again and again,
no remorse, no soul
all trust is foregone
i run in a wicked storm,
leave his heart to bleed
Peloton ads were
creepy, crown Nordictrack the
new stalker in town
mask covers her face,
buy a drink to see her full
lips—moist, inviting
do not wear a mask—
now, wear your mask everywhere:
government chaos