We don’t like lyin.
But we’ll do it if we have to.
Not big con man lies.
Little white lies.
Like the kind you tell your spouse,
once you’ve stopped loving.
“Sure honey, I’d like to go.”
“Of course I would.”
“I think you need to see a therapist.”
You see,
white lies don’t really hurt anyone.
They just prolong the inevitable.
If you need to stall,
a white lie should do the trick.
If you need to deflect,
a white lie is the way to go.
If you need to gaslight your way through,
you’ll need a buncha white lies for that mess.
You see,
sometimes it’s easier to stay,
in a situation you don’t want to be in.
If it’s to your advantage of course.
Say you got a job you hate,
but need time to find another.
White lies.
Maybe you got a roommate driving you nuts,
but you need time to find another place to live.
White lie the fuck outta that.
Maybe someone you love and respect asks you,
for the first time,
to cover up something small for them.
You’re gonna need your best white lie for that one.
You know,
the one you’ve been saving
for something important.
For someone you love.
You see,
white lies don’t actually hurt anyone.
They just chip away slowly at your soul
until you eventually wind up
an echo of your former self.