Don’t even get me started on the truth

Being honest is a bastard

I lost reception on the way home is what I told you;

An excuse so I wouldn’t have to delve into detail

Because those are messy and you’re cutthroat

And I’m sure just what you’ll make of them

And I’ll be just a dickless faker then

And I know exactly what you’re thinking, and I don’t agree, no, I don’t agree with any of that. Thankfully, I think we stoked the fire now

The waves need to crash, I mean so to speak, just to put it out

You really have a lot of preconceived

Notions about the person I’m trying to be

I find it hard to admit to your face

That our heads just aren’t floating around the same space

And I don’t want to be preoccupied with this

Would be nice to not think about it anymore

Just be ourselves for a sliver of time

You’ll probably see the world as I machete through mine

And I think I’ve found myself a crisis that I can put my back into and use as an excuse for a while. Feasibly, we could still get back together when I find myself an ideal, whatever that means, that I can be about

First, the waves need to crash, I mean so to speak, just to push me out