Lyrics:
The Honorary Title Anything But Else But The Truth

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 two door seater but you

you started with It was nothing at all Back in Queens, where the stifling heat Overpowers the air-conditioning You can keep on crawling away But you

February, Valentines Day Did my best to avoid the red cliches So you dumped me on the subway On my way to work at nine in the morning Everybody else

Tell me again that part How you didn't feel a thing that part? How you never actually really ever did And lift yourself from my grip but don't fall

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 you're

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

passionless lips From your side of things it's not quite over with I don't think that you warrant anything else but the truth Sorry, this time I've

passionless lips From your side of things it's not quite over with I don't think that you warrant anything else but the truth Sorry, this time I've

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