Poison the Truth - My Jerusalem

On the lower east side

With their mouth open wide

All the boys kitten call at you

And you’ve made up your mind

That your leaving this time

But I know you wont follow through

Its enough just to trust

That the knots in your guts

They wont poison the truth

And whats left is the test

That you fail like the rest

When you harbour your youth

Don’t be sad…

You’re the best thing they’ll never have