The Talk

And so I'm back and I am stuck here in the same room.
 A thorough shuffle to the mail my first excuse
 not to immediately face the day's agenda.
 Some very awkward words I need be telling you
 of a feeling that in motion through I've carried
 for it to be worn off upon return
 that grew inside me like a credit taken
 in a currency I could no longer earn.
 No better way,
 no other time,
 no other call,
 no better line,
 as soon as now, within your room
 it can't go on,
 I'm not in love with you.
 My mouth has got a funny taste of metal,
 a pencil line's been drawn upon my face.
 Weight has come to hang around my shoulders
 for the knowledge of a doubt I can't erase.
 Hey boy you never finish what you've started
 says the man I wanna be who I am not
 who will sacrifice his part as easy lover
 to never be the one who holds and drops