DESCRIPTION:
The Honorary Title
Petals
Anything Else But The Truth
2004

Petals broke from tips of roses,
hidden underneath my arm.
All the framed, different poses of places I'll soon forget.
Yeah, I'll soon forget.

Tell me again the part how you didn't feel a thing,
the part how you never actually really ever did and lift
yourself from my grip but don't fall asleep.

Nothing you say can, will ever penetrate
the walls that I, that I, I, I create
when you spew that barrage of insulting words.

And no that it, no it isn't all, that it, no it isn't all.
Baby, it isn't all.

And nothing you,
you say can or will penetrate
these walls that I create,
that I create,
that I create.

Five stitches seal the crease
from the fit fueled by your aching.
You're so temperamental darling,
with your little disease,
oh how sweet.

Petals broke from tips of roses hidden underneath my arm.
All the framed, different poses of places I'll soon forget,
Yeah, I'll soon forget.
Yeah, I'll soon forget.

And no that isn't, no it isn't all, that it, no it isn't all.
Baby, it isn't all.

And nothing you,
you say can or will penetrate
these walls that I create,
that I create.

I'm happy for you baby, but I don't wanna know.