Testi:
The Honorary Title Anything But Else But The Truth

phones clenched along Along the sidewalk They usually stay out of our way The bridge and tunnel just seems to escape near our home Near our home [Repeat] There is no one else

what trails across the CD case And it will all soon come to an end But if you don't pick up the phone, you will regret it I've said it before, but this

fajita We could be anything you want The way you're busting out of that wife-beater And I know it's a bit uncomfortable here in this 2-door seater But

started as a crush became an obsession It was the classic path You've taken the weekend home, you're believing That things are somehow getting done But

The window fogs from my breath My face pressed up close, up close against Catching the snowfall under a beam of streetlight And praying for accumulation

for an end And at the end of your low you pin my shoulders against the mattress Arching your frame with your stomach pushed outward Your head titling

not quite over with I don't think that you aren't anything else but the truth Sorry, this time I've out done it But I know that, I know that you'll

based On what trails across the CD case And it will all soon come to an end But if you don't pick up the phone, you will regret it Said it before but

along the sidewalk They usually stay out of our way the bridge and tunnel Just seems to escape near our home, near our home You go out there is no one else