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