Woorden:
The Honorary Title

Never been so eager, not to this extent Can't imagine leaving, I'm comfortably obsessed It seems misleading, such a far outstretch But I mean every word

The island's small and desolate The highway stretch towards nothingness Weeds infest our front lawn The picket fence impales the sun That silhouettes

Doesn't seem that selfish, no, not in the least What's so self righteous about this curiosity? This want for a meager exchange So much time has passed

Resurrect the evening, brought it back as if filled in Filled in something missing, something never there to begin You were so distraught, had never been

Let's leave this urban territory Won't settle less, our children could be So much better off, sacrifice then loss Just two hundred miles out east Smothering

Is this a sign of our demise? Or is it just the opposite? I love you and I miss you What else is there to say? Takes a hell of a lot more to complete

Maybe it's time to hold on to one side, one decision Let go off the hand that holds me high above that great divide And beauty is the ease required for

I threw a thin layer of rubber And a thick rusted armor Of drunken lust I think when our clothes were on We had a different image of what This was supposed

I'm pulled from seclusion, dragged out of our room This construction is perfectly obstructing Paired up and placed back on to our path Compressed in this