Backburner

'Tell me what's the verdict?'

Not sure how to word this

With care or with verses

You told me not to rush things

Still don't have the faintest

Every part's painstaking

Pull me up for penance

Verbs stuck in air vents

Pensive pent up presence

I can almost taste it

The tears in the basin

Don't think we can churn this out

Say something nice

Say something soft

You know your lines

But the pressure's on

Hard to disguise

Hard to disclose

Swallow your pride

I put us on the back burner

And now it's in the fore

Default rather than by design

Make all off my confessions every time I'm on my own

Honesty's not for timing right

You think about forever?

Warranted attention

Pressure from convention

I hear the sworn aspens whisper to you to

Sent all my inhibitions on the loose

Losing your affection

Need a route to turn around

You say: 'just raise your voice you need to hold the space'

I feel less welcome with this need to communicate

I put us on the back burner

And now it's in the fore

Default rather than by design

Make all off my confessions every time I'm on my own

Honesty's not for timing right

I put us on the back burner

And now it's in the fore

Default rather than by design