I've been trying to quantify All of the wrong that one can pack into a lie And I've been trying to put on a scale Just how bad all of that wrong should make me feel
'Cos they told me once when I was young That liars are as liars do And if you do, it's off to Hell with you No smiling, kid, I speak the truth But I've a sneaking feeling they were liars too So logically, then, we're all hypocrites But does it make it better or make it worse to be aware of it?
I'm convincing myself that it's all relative And if there's a God, when He forgives, I think He must consider it I've been noticing confusion in the laws he made The nature of the truth and where it bends and where it breaks
And where I twisted it to my benefit When this man said he was in love with me And I thought that he was dumb to be So I pretended that I was asleep Called it free will what he willed to believe And it ended, so I guess it's just as well But that's why sometimes I think I might go to Hell
And I worry too, how I never mentioned to you How I drove your car while you were gone A mile with the parking brake still on 'Cos it seems to me, you wait too long You may as well have not meant well all along So I'm hoping hard if it's the thought that counts That you don't ever have to know what I think about
And that every soul can always fit thought Heaven's door With the weight of things it never told anyone before.