I run the moment in my head again
You heard everything I said, I meant it
I never get my name called, now I am
You faded out a part of me, a semblance
Of who I used to wanna be, a big man
I don't get the insurance, understand
The message isn't in the words, a murmur
Middle finger and a PLUR, hall monitor
We could do this all night my hot rod motorbike
Let them wait in the car, we break hearts
Make a promise in the dark, Pat Benetar
It's how we never recite these lines but still play the part
For me it's always hard
Hard to fight the urge to say the word
I graduated in the spring, you leave me
I form an LLC for my sanity
I send lots of lazy loverboy communiques
I don't look good in a beret, I'm baby
I got semen in my paint, a bit vain
I'm waiting for you to evesdrop
Sneak up on my heart
Be my magister, comfort
I don't do it for the world; it's over now
I'm rolling over in my grave
Twisting the sheets to see your face
We died at least twice
No, it isn't the people you invite
I just try to make a smile but it's
the curse of dress rehearsal
For me it's always hard
Hard to fight the urge to say the word
We are strong, we belong
To each other, you promise to say the word
