Nina

Something's up with Liz She's lying through her teeth She hides it underneath Buying things that she don't need She can play the game Always speaks to us the same But there's an itch under her chin Give it up, don't let it in Let it in She looks all around And no secret to be found Calm her nerves and fill her glass Helps forget the things that matter Fits inside her room Mama got her a new broom To sweep away some bits of skin Let another day begin Nothing makes much sense, you see Life we live close to the tree All this time won't set you free Take away the water All that's left is loneliness