Liars, Lies, and Things as Such (Dead Ringer)

Color me red for fury, for flames
The kiss of death, such sweet goodbyes
I hate liars, lies, and things as such
If we dance, I want to twirl
Make me feel like such a girl
If you spin me, make it good
Make it be as all things should

Don't cry for me, I won't cry for you
In the end we'll pay our dues
Wish you misery, wish you well
If you're still alive ring that bell

Color me black for funerals and death
It's a sin to bury the living, its crime not to bury the dead
I took my chances at winning, ended up losing instead
Cross my path once again, I'll say what's left unsaid
With easy words I'm killing, over buried hearts I tread

Don't cry for me, I didn't cry for you
I have already paid my dues
Wished you misery, wishing you well
Guess you're dead, didn't hear that bell

And if ever you should happen to see my ghost
Please tell her to go back,
Kill the shadows of her past,
And to find a way to let it go.

Death isn't easy, but I hate liars, lies and things as such
Somethings must be buried lest they come back to life
Color me beautiful, color me red
Clothe me in colors that mourn the dead

I won't cry for me, I won't cry for you
In death we pay our dues
We'll die in misery, we'll die well
Guess we'll never get to ring that bell.

-Noemi E. Garcia Rigsby

I've Got an Imaginary War

Dreams fall to the floor
You've got nothing left to keep you standing
You're fighting like the world's against you
But there's no present war,
Except the one you carry in arms
And no one can save you

I caught you praying
Thought you were preying
Your eyes mislead me
You're only safe when they look up

Nothing about you is convincing
Your pain is too obvious to hide
Its easy to hit target when everyone's your aim
Think they're all out to get you
But you're your only hazard
Sign's up "Beware"

I caught you praying
Thought you were preying
Your eyes mislead me
You're only safe when they look up

Do you believe the words you say when you pray?
Do you believe in anything He says?
Why keep treading armed, if you always go unharmed?
Put your weapon down darlin'.
Fights over now.

-Noemi E. Garcia Rigsby