The Honorary Title - The Honorary Title (2003) by The Honorary Title (보컬) on maniadb.com

Everything I
You were, everything I
once had

The bar on 1st Avenue, we went there solely for you
So you can flirt with my best friend
Kiss a girl, tell me why you're laughing

I won't hold on
I can't hold on
to this

There's a hole in the trust that we
mapped out in my bed for six long months
There's a hole in the trust that we
mapped out in my bed
for six long months
for six long months
Well I won't hold on,
to this

February, Valentines Day
Did my best to avoid the red cliches
So you dumped me on the subway
On my way to work at 9 in the morning
Everybody else is holding bouquets
Now I'm holding my face in the basement
Scratching away for any trace
Of affection you will leave
Falling victim to the publics prey

Well I won't hold on
No, I can't hold on
I won't hold on
to this

There's a hole in the trust that we
mapped out in my bed for six long months
There's a hole in the trust that we
mapped out in my bed...

There's a hole in the trust that we
mapped out in my bed
Oh, I won't hold on to this.


Anyone is suitable for,
for you I guess tonight
Anyone is suitable for you I guess.
You were a phase
It's over with
You my beautiful
You were a phase
It's over with you
You my beautiful
With your beautiful blue and white
Your beautiful blue and white

Days bunch up in weeks, collaborate months against me.
The sheets are stained with evidence that our remains are now, drifting away.

I share with complete strangers my most personal of pleasures.
I scribble tidbits of useless mind info- trash, treasure.
Spend hours, at my leisure, like sharpened precise tweezers.

Shifting through in the frame by frame
I walk the same path
I'll say the same lines
I do this every time
Do this every time

Dodging armpit stench aromatic
Wrapped up in my own self-induced stress panic
I think I am the only one in this shifting through

They'll collaborate in months against me.

Dilute

The islands small and desolate the highway stretch towards nothingness
Weeds infest our front lawn, the picket fence impales the sun that silhouettes on our houses dressed up in luminesce
And the softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of the summer

I will pretend that you won't be gone
Distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites
And I will pretend that you wont be gone
Distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites this song

The islands small and desolate the highway stretch towards nothingness
Weeds infest our front lawn, the picket fence impales the sun that silhouettes on our houses dressed up in luminesce
And the softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of the summer

I will pretend that you won't be gone
Distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites
And I will pretend that you won't be gone
Distance dilutes and rewrites this song

But I keep asking you to tell me what is wrong,
And you, you just tell me that it's nothing at all
But in your helplessness I can see, you know I can see

The softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of the summer
I will pretend that you won't be gone
That distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites
And I will pretend that you won't be gone
That distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites
And I will pretend that you won't be gone

I knew something was wrong just in the way you said 'I'm so sorry'
The story read and I pleaded for you to continue

With you in my presence the pictures reassemble themselves
Return to the cracked frame on top the television (x2)

I'm sorry but I can't see past what other people are thinking (x2)
What other people are thinking, other people are thinking

Your voice cracked, almost begged for forgiveness
Before you even told me, told me

With you in my presence the pictures reassemble themselves
Return to the cracked frame on top the television (x2)

I'm sorry but I can't see past what other people are thinking (x2)
What other people are thinking, other people are thinking

With you in my presence the pictures reassemble themselves
Return to the cracked frame on top the television (x2)

Those that are tore to shreds in the moment you were in two dimensions (x2)
Just two dimensions

I'm filling in the empty spaces where you left your mark
You left your mark