I'll be honest with you

I want a little red wagon

Stack up my things in the order I would have them

Clenching the handle, get off my ass and drag them

Down the path that I choose

I'll be honest with you

I want raincoats and galoshes

To keep off the rain and keep dry from puddle sloshes

I'm safe from the storm, though you might suffer some losses

On the road that I choose

I'll be honest with you

I could really use a pancake

Perfectly buttered and syruped and hand-made

There's none left for you, and I think that is a damned shame

But this is the life that I choose

I'll be honest with you

I appreciate your kindness

For giving me things that I want and even blindness

To selfish instincts, and calling me “Your Highness”

Throughout this life that we'll lose

I'll be upfront with you

There's no easy way to say this

I've found a new wagon to carry the same wish

I laid upon you when I fancied your lame kiss

These are the wheels that I choose

We're frantic and true

But we're false and level-minded

The poetry's dim, but the sad truth's behind it

I want what I want, and you aren't allowed to mind it

Because lying's a game I can't lose