He Lied in Color

[ Lyrics ]

Painted me a future in fake gold.

Painted me a future in fake gold.

Said we’d live in Malibu light, ocean in our veins,
took my hand in public, whispered private things.
Bought me scarves in silk blue, called me his muse,
but your muses don’t get names—just a place to lose.
You framed me like a moment, beautiful and brief,
posed me in your stories, never asked for belief.
Now I see the brushstrokes—where the colors bled,
that whole damn canvas was a forgery instead.

You had the tone of truth, the eyes of saints,
drew me close with every stain disguised as paint.
But I’ve studied every lie you ever told—
framed in smile, but cracked with cold.

He lied in color — red like passion, blue like soul,
told me I was chosen, played the lead in your show.
He lied in color — bright and bold and meant to last,
but the ink ran when I touched the past.

Found the text beneath the glamour, hidden in your sleep,
‘She’s just a phase’ — while I wore your ring in dreams.
You curated our highlight, edited my flaws,
but forgot to blur the shadows where your kindness crawls.
I was your favorite painting — til the critics came,
til the truth got loud and your pretty words went tame.
Now I hang in silence, not where you claim,
because masterpieces don’t bleed the same.

You had the voice of angels, but the hands of thieves,
promised me the spectrum, gave me half in greige.
Now I see the gallery where you hung your lies—
all those gold frames hiding alibis.

I used to taste your promises—sugar, smoke, and wine…

Now I scan your syllables — every curve, every line.
You didn’t just lie — you made art of deceit,
framed betrayal like it was sweet.

He lied in color — red like passion, blue like soul,
had me believing every note, every role.
He lied in color — sunsets staged, love on loan,
now I walk through rooms I once called home —
and I see the cracks. I see the seams.
I see the man behind the dream.

Fake gold… 
Yeah… fake gold.