I'm living in a hole and I want to go deeper I never find gold but other things much sweeter Sweeter than the frosting on the cake Sweeter than beespit
How large of a saw was used to cut us apart While our terribly considerate And unblaming mother lies dead with her art Separated but never equaled A
colors like the ones in the sky On the fourth of July You can keep the closet door cracked Look outside, and dodge accusing eyes And be yourself for the first
You're home for the holidays. You said maybe we could spend some time together, to catch up on each other. I don't understand why you won't quit, when
I haven't seen you cry yet I'm betting a million i won't see it happen I wonder how you hide it We're miles away from each other The telephone's not
We don't kiss, we just lay there I got your nose in my hair Hands on my hips and you're wondering: Am i ticklish Yes i'm ticklish everywhere you touched
It's the silence that keeps me quiet But i think that if we talk then we might kiss You always look so shy, and i always lack in confidence I won't have
I don't want to try to explain my songs Omitting you i get to brood in Diogenes tub If it was something i wanted to tell you I would have already done
Let's fog up some more windows Clutter up in the back of your rusty car I'm a little nervous, I haven't done this in quite awhile There's a lot of inches
You took the long way home. I've been sticking around for way too long. My throat is full of words. I'll stay quiet as a mouse, and search the walls
Sophomore so different that you're just the same Sophomore address your parents by their first name Sophomore such an ugly caricature Sophomore keep
You put your flower on the lips of my head I thrust myself between the breasts of your chest Swallowed by a whale in the sea And vomited up dry on the
My eyes augment the pleasure of our colliding skin Sliding through you Plotting your own death on that denim couch that I found hideous to help the public
I'm in the other car Riding impatiently in the back seat You're in the turtle-top caravan Somewhere in this traffic jam I know i hurt your feelings And
I crave my own misery I'm the reincarnation of marquis I create a list of easy tasks Because i just love to check shit off To bring myself closer to
We're trying to balance each other On a hammock in the middle of summer There's medication in your fanny pack Because you're a hypochondriac Historical
You should never be forgiven If you yourself cannot learn to forgive I have saturated you with my apology Yet you, you offer me no forgiveness Even after
