Maybe true stories

I've been trying to quantify
All of the wrong that one can pack into a lie
And I've been trying to put on a scale
Just how bad all of that wrong should make me feel

'Cos they told me once when I was young
That liars are as liars do
And if you do, it's off to Hell with you
No smiling, kid, I speak the truth
But I've a sneaking feeling they were liars too
So logically, then, we're all hypocrites
But does it make it better or make it worse to be aware of it?

I'm convincing myself that it's all relative
And if there's a God, when He forgives, I think He must consider it
I've been noticing confusion in the laws he made
The nature of the truth and where it bends and where it breaks

And where I twisted it to my benefit
When this man said he was in love with me
And I thought that he was dumb to be
So I pretended that I was asleep
Called it free will what he willed to believe
And it ended, so I guess it's just as well
But that's why sometimes I think I might go to Hell

And I worry too, how I never mentioned to you
How I drove your car while you were gone
A mile with the parking brake still on
'Cos it seems to me, you wait too long
You may as well have not meant well all along
So I'm hoping hard if it's the thought that counts
That you don't ever have to know what I think about

And that every soul can always fit thought Heaven's door
With the weight of things it never told anyone before