Pulled from seclusion, dragged out of our room
This [bad word] is perfectly [bad word] our view
Paired up and placed back on to our [bad word] in this space that frames an awkward act
The chance to make it last [bad word] and gone

Glass shatters with an unsteady grip
No chance to catch the blood as it [bad word] in
Too quickly pumping out from the inside
Dripping into patterns strewn across my thigh

Each drop spreads and spells a passage
Soon I'll reclaim this dull history
The seamstress weaves shut the stitches
But re-opens the same memory

Two years have passed and nothings changed, that's alright
Still you just wait for that embrace, it's alright
There is only one thing that has yet to be said, I am holding back
There is only one thing that has yet to be said, I'm holding back

Doesn't matter there's no reason to persist
While avoiding all but that kiss
Scraping cheeks with your passionless lips
From your side of things it's not quite over with

I don't think that you warrant anything else but the [bad word] Sorry, this time I've out done it
Cause I know that, I know that you'll lose

I don't think that she noticed that there was anything wrong at all
Finally I'm free to leave
I don't ever really want to pull and push again unless you're gonna fall
There is only one thing that has yet to be said, I am holding back