Anything Else but the Truth - The Honorary Title

Pulled from seclusion, dragged out of our room

This construction is perfectly obstructing our view

Paired up and placed back on to our path

Compressed in this space that frames an awkward act

The chance to make it last has come and gone

Glass shatters with an unsteady grip

No chance to catch the blood as it comes rushing in

Too quickly pumping out from the inside

Dripping into patterns strewn across my thigh

Each drop spreads and spells a passage

Soon I’ll reclaim this dull history

The seamstress weaves shut the stitches

But re-opens the same memory

Two years have passed and nothings changed, that’s alright

Still you just wait for that embrace, it’s alright

There is only one thing that has yet to be said, I am holding back

There is only one thing that has yet to be said, and it’s alright.

Well it’s alright.

Doesn’t matter there’s no reason to persist

While avoiding all but that kiss

Scraping cheek with your passionless lips

From your side of things it’s not quite over with

Well I don’t think that you warrant anything else but the truth

Sorry, this time I’ve out done it

But I know that, I know that you’ll lose

I don’t think that she noticed that there was anything wrong at all

Finally I’m free to leave

I don’t ever really want to pull and push again unless you’re gonna fall

There is only one thing that has yet to be said, I am holding back