Said I'm Okay but I know how to lie

I spun the lips tales again
just like a sitcom rerun,
my heart was bruised and battered,
but that was love’s baton once more
beating me senseless
like I was some kind of punching bag.

Echoes of practiced phrases
have I passed on as expected
for nobody really wants to know
the answer to the question
“how are you?”

Unless it is okay
that’s the passport to their mind
and we all live in the same hole
groping in the darkness
with the light left somewhere
none of us can reach.

Time for spilled seconds of song,
time for inventing the truth,
today doesn’t matter what goes wrong
since ears only want paradise
to keep the mind from dwelling
upon the pain we all wish to forget.