An inconvenient lie

Don't preach to me when you can clearly see, The deception, the quickstep you've been using against me, 'Cause almost darling did you carry out the lie, And yet still once again deceit you've pondered and tried, You told me it was over, that your war was complete, No more bombshells, No need to retreat, Away from happiness, covered up, weeping over opened sores, Of secret clandestines, double checking a closed door, 'Cause honey i've found you and your hand is glowing scarlet, Covered up beneath the sheets with an indiscriminate harlot, So keep your burgundy extremities firmly in position, Don't touch me ever again, i'm dying from what you've done.