Lying is the best kind of fun.

One little lie and then we run.

Then the big lies come,

Slowly at first and then you're done.

You can be anyone.

No one believes you're a liar,

But the straights are dire,

You can't stop the fire.

Now you're a pathological liar

Was that your desire?

You can't explain it?

I'm fired?

Darling you can't stop this,

I'm no liar.

I told my desire:

To make you a pathological liar.

Yes, I'm that fire.

Lying is what you no longer desire

Sorry, but I'm not tired.

I'm not done with you

I'm that feeling,

I'm you lying.

No more crying.

Or else you're dying.