The Talk

And so I'm back and I am stuck here in the same room. A thorough shuffle to the mail my first excuse not to immediately face the day's agenda. Some very awkward words I need be telling you of a feeling that in motion through I've carried for it to be worn off upon return that grew inside me like a credit taken in a currency I could no longer earn. No better way, no other time, no other call, no better line, as soon as now, within your room it can't go on, I'm not in love with you. My mouth has got a funny taste of metal, a pencil line's been drawn upon my face. Weight has come to hang around my shoulders for the knowledge of a doubt I can't erase. Hey boy you never finish what you've started says the man I wanna be who I am not who will sacrifice his part as easy lover to never be the one who holds and drops