Pleasantries

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 it's 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