Honest

Well if I'm so honest, I'm on your lips Something's asking me to say "it's all just like clockwork on the dot, it's me, hopping on your train" Left up to decide what to do I've got to shake this aching pain I wish to f*ck up my own life in my own way Big brain's got a back ache, stuck in traffic with the seat up all the way Forgotten for moving on like songs gone, run out and then thrown away But given the context and the time frame can't say it makes any sense to me Grown out of my own skin, not shedding, just decaying over me Well if I'm so honest, I'm on your lips Something's asking me to say "it's all just like clockwork on the dot, it's me, hopping on your train" Left up to decide what to do I've got to shake this aching pain I'm not calling again Attic got crowded, hard to walk in. Step on feelings to get away Decisions to make it's just the conflict, I'd like to burn the day away Substance of calming falling on this shitty day I swear I'm not talking, pierce past the fortress of egos and jesus it's bombs away Well if I'm so honest, I'm on your lips Something's asking me to say "it's all just like clockwork on the dot, it's me, hopping on your train" Left up to decide what to do I've got to shake this aching pain I'm not calling again Despite what you thought it meant I'm not calling again