Binki:
What's in between all those pleasantries?
How do you think most times

Adam:
I've been searching for some passion for my actions
Now you know that its full price

Binki:
You know how and you know why
You’re not the bedroom type

Adam:
Nightly fading, just what are you celebrating?
Old fashions burn your short fuse drive

Binki:
Whatever this is, the pleasure's all his
Endlessly trailing my dreams

Adam:
No need to pretend I want you instead
To council her excellency

Binki:
Can’t be the first to say you're the worst
Surely there's one or two

Adam:
I care more if you act as though you like me
Then if you really do

Binki:
Living a lie to a song you can’t hide
The paintings are still in the tube

Adam:
I needed to fall, you need not crawl
I punish myself with you

Binki:
What was between all those pleasantries
What did you hope you’d find?

Adam:
I was waiting for the chance you never gave me
I’m still working on my line