Recoil

Born on the back burner, you

Not quite deprived, not half the truth

Like shadows in an empty room

Following on fleeting footsteps

There's no choice in this for you

Or you, or you, or you

Suspense in bloom

Expectation is doomed

I can't breathe in deep enough to spoil

The tightness in my chest

I have recoiled

Why cut the cord when you can chew?

And just let the feeling move through you

Caught in the conversation too many times inside my silence

My heart's beating loud like you

I'm alarmingly amused

Suspense in bloom

Expectation is doomed

I can't breathe in deep enough to spoil

The tightness in my chest

I have recoiled

I have recoiled

Born on the back burner, you

Not quite deprived, not half the truth

Like shadows in an empty room

Following fleeting footsteps

There's no choice in this for you