Made to Swallow

I'm writing a lie with potential.
I won't tell you the truth-not tonight.
Instead I will tell you what you need to hear.
Sweet thing, let me spin you a yarn
just fine enough for you to swallow,
but you'll notice that there are nettles in the cloth.
It's nothing you could wear for long,
but I don't have energy for more than this tonight.
You can be so fickle, so awfully afraid to trust.
With someone like me, I wonder why.
Shhh.
Rest your head on my shoulder.
I'll stroke your hair and whisper nothings
in your ear-only the easiest lies, and I promise
they'll go down smoothly.