Forever we'll continue this liar dance.
"If you don't pay attention, the lake looks just fine. But if you look closely, it's slowly dying inside."
What is your name?
"One, two, three, drink."
There she had been, smiling and standing and leaning too far over the edge to be considered safe and whispering, “You feel it too, don’t you? This pull?”
"Oh but my darling, what if you fly?"
Everything, anything, to forget about you.