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