Maybe True Stories

I've been trying to quantify

All of the wrong that one can pack into a lie

And I've been trying to put on a scale

Just how bad all of that wrong should make me feel

'Cos they told me once when I was young

That liars are as liars do

And if you do, it's off to Hell with you

No smiling, kid, I speak the truth

But I've a sneaking feeling they were liars too

So logically, then, we're all hypocrites

But does it make it better or make it worse to be aware of it?

I'm convincing myself that it's all relative

And if there's a God, when He forgives, I think He must consider it

I've been noticing confusion in the laws he made

The nature of the truth and where it bends and where it breaks

And where I twisted it to my benefit

When this man said he was in love with me

And I thought that he was dumb to be

So I pretended that I was asleep

Called it free will what he willed to believe

And it ended, so I guess it's just as well

But that's why sometimes I think I might go to Hell

And I worry too, how I never mentioned to you

How I drove your car while you were gone

A mile with the parking brake still on

'Cos it seems to me, you wait too long

You may as well have not meant well all along

So I'm hoping hard if it's the thought that counts

That you don't ever have to know what I think about

And that every soul can always fit thought Heaven's door

With the weight of things it never told anyone before