You want the straight line, the fucking loop, the white picket fence, and the row after row after row of valium to lock you in.
You want him, he'll keep you straight, he'll love your lies, as long as they're clean. Lie to lock you in, the two of you held tight,

and lie so you actually fit neatly in the swing of things, the circle, the straight lines.
Lie until it fucking works right,
fuck until allignment, hold until complete.

It never works, but find the vein, and push it DOWN! Drink in all your lies consistent until you're drunk enough to believe

then repeat.