Dilute - The Honorary Title

The islands small and desolate the highway stretch towards nothingness

Weeds infest our front lawn, the picket fence impales the sun that silhouettes

on our houses dressed up in luminesce

And the softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of

the summer

I will pretend that you won’t be gone

Distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites

And I will pretend that you won’t be gone

Distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites this song

The islands small and desolate the highway stretch towards nothingness

Weeds infest our front lawn, the picket fence impales the sun that silhouettes

on our houses dressed up in luminesce

And the softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of

the summer

I will pretend that you won’t be gone

Distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites

And I will pretend that you won’t be gone

Distance dilutes and rewrites this song

But I keep asking you to tell me what is wrong

And you, you just tell me that it’s nothing at all

But in your helplessness I can see, you know I can see

The softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of the

summer

I will pretend that you won’t be gone

That distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites

And I will pretend that you won’t be gone

That distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites

And I will pretend that you won’t be gone