She isn't one to keep it simple, 
Another cigarette burns. 

Splitting hairs with a chainsaw, 
making my spirits fight. 
It's a pitiful day, 
a pharmaceutical night. 
But no pain is no pain. 
I've got my head in my hands, 
my dick's in my pants, 
and my gut's picking up the slack. 
I could booze a little more, 
I could screw until I'm sore, 
But I'll never get my stomach back. 
And I'd hate to fail such a frail alliance, 
But I'll never be the kind of friend that you needed today. 
Fitting in is kinda seeping out of you. 
I know the choice is mine to make.

Say goodbye to summer boys, 
Autumn's at the window. 
Your sweatshirt days will slowly start to fade. 
This breeze will learn to cut you, 
the sun will leave you cold. 
The chill that paints your cheeks will fill your soul. 
It's bound to sound a little bit mean, 
we're harmless when we sleep, 
we're heartless when we dream. 

Tugging on the hem of complacency, 
the song ends, 
the dreams dead, 
The first taste is free. 
Swilling self assurance, 
losing minor keys, 
you're locked out, 
you're all doubt, 
You're all soliloquy. 
By the time you got the bullshit all figured out, 
you were old enough to lose control. 
Half-wit, half-drunk, 
all world class clown, 
You're not changing, 
you're just breaking down. 

I left my idiotic grin 
in the pocket of your coat. 
It found a hole, 
Now these side streets are littered with my teeth. 
But you never turned around. 
I guess you didn't miss the weight, 
or hear the sound. 
That's the price I pay for leading with my face. 
It's a scene that calls for inspiration, 
A little "Street Car" appeal. 
But I just can't find my motivation. 
You just don't seem real. 
I keep forgetting how I feel. 

I'm all nightmares and bomb scares, 
anxiety attacks, 
and cold death n' taxes. 
And it's not fair 
that you're no scared too, 
whatever happens to me, 
Should be happening to you. 
If beside you is beside me, 
why don't you feel surrounded, 
It's getting pretty crowded. 
But you don't care, 
you're all blank stares. 
The whole of your compassion 
is a little less inaction. 
You trip on your fold-out couch. 
You tell me what you think, 
what you feel, 
But it doesn't mean a thing to me. 
I can't be like you are, 
I'm not sure anyone should. 
Your whacked detachment isn't doing me any good. 
Just hold me, 
or don't hold me. 
Just don't tell me 
what you think I ought to do. 

The air's gone thick with unfinished thoughts, 
Godot has finally come and gone. 
The old hat tips its brim, 
and the conversation stalls again. 
Bring on the anecdote sweetheart, 
another timeless classic from your tireless repertoire. 
I already know how every one goes, 
so please just leave me out. 
Sipping on the same old drinks, 
saying all the same old things, 
I'm tired of pretending I don't know the ending, 
Tell me again about the time that your friend got... 
Tell me again about you and your friends. 
Over and over is done. 

Love, mine angel's laid to rest,
Devil's care,
Baby's breath.
Sweet dark angel, 
gone from me,
Wrap me in your rosary.

She's immune to good news. 
Her lips, 
a snarl she twists into a grin. 
She's right, and I'm wrong again. 
Everybody's happy. 
And the foundation's bound to sway, 
if my idiot pride gets in her way, 
My post punk alternative girl. 
Her bouncer friend'll get me in. 
Her hippie friends'll get me high tonight, 
Every other friend's a bar back, 
and everybody's in a band
that's about to get signed, and break up.
Everybody's in a band .

Another lie. 
The porch light blinds my liquor softened eyes, 
and cordons off the night. 
My guilty hands find my pockets 
in the hopeless dance of nothing's really wrong, 
When nothing's right. 
Our twisted little understanding; 
nothing happened once again, 
You try to speak, 
but all you do is sigh. 
I've always loved the way you say goodbye. 
Foul berth, 
I shake you off and lie down next to her, 
she pretends she's sleeping. 
She won't ask when I won't lie. 
There's nothing that I can't deny. 
She's safe inside the promises I'm keeping. 

Rock me awake, 
my tired angel. 
I'll sing your tired soul to sleep. 
A song to still the ghosts, 
the monsters, 
and the madmen. 
A song the rag-tag sandman sang to me. 
And all these dreams are yours to keep. 
Flower, love, 
above the nightmare weeds. 

I'll tell you why I went away, 
if you tell me why you hung around. 
I never really meant to stay, 
but I couldn't figure you out. 
Curiosity wrecked the bed, 
it closed my eyes and turned your head. 
Hello dear, say hi. 
Hello dear, say goodbye. 
I'll tell you what you think you want to hear, 
If you promise to hold me to the word. 
I'll show you how I preyed upon your fears, 
If you swear that you'll remember what you learn. 
All your plans were hopeless dreams, 
and none of my words were worth a goddamn thing. 
You make it harder than it has to be. 

Let it go, 
I'm not done sleeping. 
I haven't had a chance to gather my defenses, 
To kiss your sainted ass. 
And how it ever got this weird 
is something I can't understand. 
Three cheers for my girl, 
she cries on demand. 
I'm never right, 
but slowly, surely, 
I work toward the impasse, 
And I drown her in my glass. 
So here we are again, 
the drunken priest and the wounded calf. 
You'll ask me where I've been, 
and I'll wonder where I am. 
All soft now, 
just a curtsey and a splash, 
And she drowns inside my glass. 
Three cheers for my girl, 
she broke my fuck me world. 
Three cheers for my girl, 
she never stood a chance, 
I shot faster than she danced. 

Grafted to her barstool, 
the hard-luck machine spills a steady stream of fifty cent tips. 
And condemnations, 
prized and aimless, 
pool and flow from the quiver in her lower lip. 
Her hard, cold day 
deserves a long, dark night. 
She's entitled. 
And god may damn, 
and god may bless, 
but the devil buys the next round around here. 
It's not sacrilegious, 
It's just that we're sick of ourselves, 
And we know,
We're not going anywhere, 
And we're not going anywhere else. 
We were the same kids, 
from the same town, 
at the same school 
on the same playground, 
And we might have beat you up, 
and you might have put us down, 
You might have beat us up, 
and we might have put you down, 
But we never thought you'd go so far, 
and you never thought we'd end up here. 
You never thought you'd go so far, 
and we never thought we'd end up here. 

There's a filmstrip to my head, 
but the frames don't fit the sound, 
And the tape's not slowing down, 
It's getting eaten. 
There's an ashtray by the bed, 
with half a pack of cigarettes, 
And half a glass of warm regret, 
to compliment the soundtrack. 
This is not emotion. 
This is real life, 
It's shot in black and white, 
It's painful, It's perfect, 
It's standing on the corner, horror-clad. 
It's easily ignored. 
They slit the sky wide open, 
heaven fell out impartial, 
And god was all we thought, 
but he was far less local. 
Holy Vice, 
I don't have to watch you leave.