whatever lies will help you rest

while kansas city sleeps, i'm cloaked in the twilight of this valley. baptist churches lined with roadside poetry. i could drive into the most desolate seclusions. my blackest secrets still imprison me. why don't we say what we really feel? whenever things are at their best, whatever lies will help you rest. whenever things are at their best, why do we wait for them to fall apart? to fall apart? awakened to the aftertaste of cheap wine and bad decisions, my heart trembles in this morning glare. i could shield my eyes from these innermost seductions but still somehow, imprison me. why don't we say what we really feel? whenever things are at their best, whatever lies will help you rest. whenever things are at their best, why do we wait for them to fall apart? it's probably safe to say, i'm not the world's safest bet. i've never been too good at being good. it's probably safe to say. whenever things are at their best, whatever lies will help you rest. whenever things are at their best, why do we wait for them to fall apart? whenever things whenever things whenever things are at their best, why do we wait for them to fall apart?