Actually

I’m not as pure as the ocean

As I told you on that rainy Sunday evening

We all have secrets, mine lay in my grave

Waiting for my soul to arrive

I’ve lied, I’ve probably stole stuff too

I am the devil in a girl disguise

Don’t trust what I say, I never do

Sweet lips lie to you, every day

My soul isn’t yours, it doesn’t exist

When you are near me, I am dead

I am not as sweet as honey, baby

Death lies upon my tongue,

Each night I meet the coyotes in

The deep woods and we run free

Then I am alive