Pickled Love

I know I betrayed
promises I made
at the time, at the time
but it was no lie
when I said my love won’t die
at the time
was no lie at the time
the truth is fickle
cuts you down like a sickle
so the trust starts to trickle
and the love begins to pickle
oh pickled love
oh pickled love
I’m not one for pretending
conversation was ending
it was time, it was time
so I said goodbye
oh to see you cry
it was time
told myself it was time
had a good boy who loved me
now I’ve no boy to love me
just some bad boys who bug me
need two good arms to hug me
oh pickled love oh pickled love
when I said we’d be friends
'twas my biggest offence
with the time, with the time
I hope you’ll forgive
so that we might relive
with the time
with the time
the truth is fickle
cuts you down like a sickle
so the trust starts to trickle
and the love begins to pickle
oh pickled love
oh pickled love