Overthrown - Half Waif

So the self I’ve known is overthrown

You should know not to place

Too much blame — our fade is slow

I kiss your face and I know

Just what that shows

But the lie is my bread

And I bet nobody knows

I tore the lily from its branches

You’ve given me too many chances

Quiet now, I’m so quiet…

Quiet now, I’ll be quiet…

But the lamp stutters off:

When it comes back, then I’ll be caught

But the lie is my bread

And I bet I’ll never have enough

I tore the lily from its branches

You’ve given me too many chances

Quiet now, I’m so quiet…

Quiet now, I’ll be quiet…