What's in between all those pleasantries?
How do you think most times?
I've been searching for some passion for my actions
Now you know that its full price

You know how and you know why
You're not the bedroom type
Nightly fading, just what are you celebrating?
Old fashions burn your short fuse dry

Whatever this is, the pleasure's all his
Endlessly trailing my dreams
No need to pretend I want you instead
To council her excellency

Can't be the first to say you're the worst
Surely there's one or two
I care more if you act as though you like me
Then if you really do

Living a lie to a song you can't hide
The paintings are still in the tube
I needed to fall, you need not crawl
I punish myself with you

What was between all those pleasantries
What did you hope you'd find?
I was waiting for the chance you never gave me
I'm still working on my line