Don't mistake your rhetoric for something that it isn't.
I'm not submissive, according to your timbre.
Where is it that you cut yourself out of this picture?
I wish I knew where I left you without a kiss.

Sustained your erratic breathing, gave you a set of standards
Granted pardons to the makers of your conscience.
Set a wrench above the skyline
Fix it up and crack a smile.
Place a phone call gently down upon the company of people that you love.

Well, here's a chart and a memory
I've referenced every dictionary I could ever find,
Well, there's no word for that, I swear.
Sit down on that piano, baby, stay a while.

Trust sees over a sky where you bear yourself dry.
The air sets into your wounds cold and croaking.
Hit the ground just as you fall asleep
And if you think I'm thinking hard enough, maybe you'll dream about me.