Spin me a lie
hang it from the window
illuminate it with the faint hope shining through.

Pretend you know the end of this story.
Lie to me and tell me it's happy.

Stand below me as I fall
and I'll tell myself you'll catch me.

Spin me a beautiful silken lie
a tapestry of empty promises
and half truths.
Hang it where I can see it

Maybe it'll cushion this fall.