Nothing Left

Chorus

If you look long

And hard enough

Eventually you will find

All the good stuff

At the bottom of the lake

And oh for heaven’s sake

Everybody lies

But I

Have nothing left to hide

Verses

The glovebox of my Jaguar

Sinks rapidly

With secrets from my repertoire

And all of my preference’s

Have been embalmed

Forever

And tiny minerals

From the water

Will forge a gentle crust

Someday a great explorer

With stumble onto

Something bigger than any one of us

 If it hurts your pride

A thoroughbred will falter

When it runs out of lust

Like a broken bride

Jilted at the alter

She will find it hard to trust again

A law enforcement lunatic

Wrestles with

A word called understanding

Gives him a nervous twitch

Thinks that every Mr. Smith

Is impersonating someone else

M8

Be true to yourself

Be who you are

One day you will be felled

By an agent from the

thought police