Gillian Was A Horse

It's midnight and I give up I'm tired of lying for you I will not hold your hands and pretend I'm your lover You must admit the turn offs Have all been less than grand There's no more police escorts or the high school welcome bands I'm no lie detector He's no bullshit talker and we both know who knows What should be known to all the authors Now they've put away the kissing booths The chapstick gossip's truth The only donkey they'll be riding, boy, is the one wearing your shoes Now they've heard it through the walls of telephone operators And I found out from someone else, he said he was your brother I'm no lie detector He's no bullshit talker and we both know who knows What should be known to all the authors I don't care if I'm the only one who's not payin Cause honey I am done staying up all night waiting Now we're all tying the ribbons of worry to your tree Your passing will make the headlines but sadly no one will read Just how the town's hopeless romantic had his heart on his sleeve Died alone in the car park of a local library I'm no lie detector He's no bullshit talker and we both know who knows What should be known to all the authors --- Gillian Was a Horse - Damien Jurado