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 youre 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 cant 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 cant 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 youd find i was waiting for the chance you never gave me im still working on my line