From the recording The City Within
A term I've coined to refer to blunt honesty, which comes out in short, sharp doses, especially whenever I approach someone new.
Lyrics
Heading out on Thursday evening
Gonna get myself some soul
The band is playing and the room is full of life
But I can’t focus on my goal
See, I’ve been staring at the darkness
It’s so hard to stay on track
Trying to keep from causing too much of a fuss
Worrying about the things I lack
CHORUS:
Don’t wanna tell you how I feel
But I can’t stop the spinning wheel
So I tell another story
To cover up the doubt
Drink from the fountain of youth
‘til I find the right time to let it all come out
I’ve got to fight this bleeding truth
Keep on fighting, keep on fighting
Fight this bleeding truth
Drinking, trying to be social
Talking ‘bout what’s yet to come
All these questions you’re throwing in my face
And I can’t even answer one
Constant memories of rejection
Are running rampant in my head
First impressions leave an everlasting mark
Wish I could hide away instead
(CHORUS)