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Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things To Do Today
Light that smoke for giving up on me
And one just cause theyll kill you sooner than my expectations
To my favorite liar, to my favorite scar:
"I could have died with you"
I hope you choke on those words, that kiss, that bottle- I confess
Now ash yourself out on the insides, when I said I loved you I swear I lied
Lets play this game called "when you catch fire"
I wouldnt piss to put you out
Stop burning bridges and drive off of them
So I can forget about you
So bury me in memory
His smiles your rope
Wrap it tight around your throat
On the drive home
Joke about the kid you used to see
And his jealousy
Breaking hearts has never looked so cool
As when you wrap your car around a tree
Your makeup looks great next to his teeth
Dead on Arrival
I hope this is the last time, because I'd never say no to you.
This conversation's been dead on arrival.
There's no way to talk to you.
When you're dead on.
A rivalry goes so deep between me and this loss of sleep over you.
This is side one
Flip me over
I know I'm not you're favorite record.
The songs you grow to like never stick at first.
So I'm writing you a chorus, and here is your verse:
Grand Theft Autumn/Where is Your Boy?
When I wake up, I'm willing to take my chances on the hope you hate him more than you notice I wrote this for you.
You need him. I could be him...I could be an accident but I'm still trying. That's more than I can say for him.
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.
Someday I'll appreciate in value, get off my ass and call you...but for the meantime I'll sport my brand new fashion of waking up with my clothes on at 4:00 in the afternoon
Saturday
I'm good to go and I'm going nowhere fast.
It could be worse I could be taking you there with me.
I'm good to go...but it looks like I'm still on my own.
I'm good to go for something golden, though the motions I've been going through have failed.
I'm coasting on potential towards a wall at a hundred miles an hour.
When I say...
Two more weeks, my foot is in the door.
I can't sleep in the wake of saturday.
Saturday, when these open doors were open ended.
Pete and I said attacked Astoria with promise and precision and mess of youthful innocence.
I read about the afterlife, but I never really lived more than an hour.
HomeSick at SpaceCamp
Landing on a runway in Chicago and I'm grounding all my dreams of ever really seeing California, because I know what's in between is something sensual in such non-conventional ways.
Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say.
Tonight I'm writing you a million miles away.
Tonight is all about "We miss you."
And I can't forget your style or your cynicism, somehow it was like you were the first to listen to everything we said.
My smile's an open wound without you...and my hands are tied to pages inked to bring you back.
These friends are, new friends are golden
Sending PostCards from a PlaneCrash (wish you were here!)
I am such a sucker
And I'm always the last to know
My insides are copper
And I'd kill to make them gold
Conversation got me here: another night alone in the city
So make my bed the grave and shovel dirt onto my sheets
Every friend we ever had in common
I will sever the tie with you
You can thank your lucky stars that everything I wish for will never come true
When you go I will forget everything about you
I've seen sinking ships go down with more grace than you
Turn this up I'll tune you out
Another night alone in the city
Fake it like you matter- cause thats the biggest secret you have to keep
Chicago Is So Two Years Ago
My heart is on my sleeve
Wear it like a bruise or blackeye
My badge, my witness
That means that I believed
Every single lie you said (and learned from the best)
cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains I went through to avoid you
and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate you
But there's a light on in chicago
and I know I should be home
all the colors of the street signs...they remind me of the pickup truck
out in front of your neighbor's house
She took me down and said:
"Boy's like you are overrated. So save your breath."
Loaded words and loaded friends
are loaded guns to our heads
You want apologies girl you might hold your breath until your breathing stops forever
The only thing you'll get is this curse on your lips: I hope they taste of me forever
With every breath I wish your body will be broken again
The Pros and Cons of Breathing
Bury me standing under your window with the cinder block in hand
Yeah cause no one will ever feel like this again
And if I could move I'm sure it would only be to crawl back to you
I must have dragged my guts a block...they were gone by the time we (talked)...
I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
But you know that I could crush you with my voice
Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me
Hide the details I don't want to know a thing
I hate the way you say my name like it's something secret
My pen is the barrel of the gun. Remind me which side you should be on.
I wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel.
Grenade Jumper
My heart ticks in beat with these kids that I grew up with. living like life's going out of style.
You came to watch us play...like a "Big shot talent," but at the end of the day you know where we come from and where we call home.
Hey Chris, you were our only friend. I know this is belated, but we love you back.
They'll say it's not worth it. So we'll leave this town in ruin. living like life's going out of style.
You came to watch us play...like a "Big shot talent," but at the end of the day you know those busted lips we take back home.
I know you would be there either way. I'm so glad it seems like these times will never fade. So I'll tell everyone how much this means to me.
Calm Before the Storm
I sat outside my front window...this story's going somewhere:
"He's well hung," and I am hanging up.
Well there's a song on the radio that says:
"Let's get this party started."
So let's get this party started.
What you do on your own time's just fine.
My imagination's much worse, I just never want to know.
And what meant the world had folded like legs and fingers holding onto what escapes me; what he has: a better kiss that never lasts.
You said, between your smiles and regrets: "Don't say it's over."
Dead and gone.
The calm before the storm set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight.
A reception less than warm set it off. The sun burnt out tonight.
This is me standing in the arch of the door hating that look that's on your face that says there's another fool like me. There's one born every minute.
What you do on your own time's just fine. My imagination's much worse, I just never want to know.
What meant the world imploded, inflated then demoted all my oxygen to product gas and suffocated my last chance.
Reinventing the Wheel to Run MySelf Over
I could walk this fine line between elation and success, but we all know which way I'm going so strike the stake between my chest.
Well "You have to prove yourself." You'll have to prove it to me.
So now you're waiting up for him...you're wasting time every time.
I can't do it by myself.
The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes
I'm holding out and I'm holding on to every letter and every grudge.
I pulled myself out of the day we ever had to meet.
Are you through with me?
When it all goes to hell will you be able to tell me you're sorry with a straight face.
I'm all ears and I'm all scars to hear you tell me "Boy's like you you try so hard to not look desperate."
I'm hanging on. But I still know the way to make your makeup run.
Take this to your grave and I'll take it to mine
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