I am tired
Of being sad
I feel it when
I wake up
And it just stays bad
It hits me like a sickness
Or a steamroller
Makes me want to lay down
And get run over
Then I see you
Always smiling

Makes me want to touch you
Keep from dying
You’re a br

For a chemical imbalance
You sure know how to ride a train
Your revolution is a deathbed
And the music is your maid
When someone comes a-knockin'
With a needle on a tray
Only your lonesome lies beside you
For you told me not to stay

You are somebody's baby
S

I've been running around in circles
Pretending to be myself
Why would somebody do this on purpose
When they could do something else?
Drowning out the morning birds

With the same three songs over and over
I wish I wrote it, but I didn't so I learn the words
Hum along

Take a dirty picture, babe I can't sleep and I miss your face In my hands and in my knees Tell me what you wanna do to me Tell me what you'll do, please I don't wanna be alone I don't wanna be

I'm singing at a funeral tomorrow For a kid a year older than me And I've been talking to his dad, it makes me so sad When I think too much about it I can't breathe And I have this dream where I

I'm singing at a funeral tomorrow
For a kid a year older than me
And I've been talking to his dad, it makes me so sad
When I think too much about it I can't breathe

And I have this dream where I'm screaming underwater
While my friends are all waving from the shore
And I

Someday I’m gonna live in your house up on the hill
And when your skinhead neighbor goes missing
I’ll plant a garden in the yard then
They’re gluing roses on a flatbed
You should see it, I mean thousands

I grew up here till it all went up in flames
Except the notches in

Georgia, Georgia I love your son When he gets older, he might be the one He might be the one Georgia, Georgia he has beautiful bones And he never lies or picks up his phone Sometimes in the pou

No longer a danger to herself or others
She made up her mind and laced up her shoes
Yelled down the hall but nobody answered
So she walked outside without an excuse
She could do anything she wants to
She could do whatever she wants to do

She could go home, but she's not

I hate living by the hospital
The sirens go all night
I used to joke that if they woke you up
Somebody better be dying
Sick of the questions I keep asking you
That make you live in the past

But I can count on you to tell me the truth
When you've been drinking and yo

Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light Next year all our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the Yuletide gay Next year all our tro

Somewhere in Germany but I can't place it
Man, I hate this part of Texas
Close my eyes, fantasize
Three clicks and I'm home
When I get back I'll lay around

And I'll get up and lay back down
Romanticize a quiet life
There's no place like my room
But you had to go

Laying down on the lawn
I'm tired of trying to get in the house
I'm thinking out loud
I've been playing dead my whole life
And I get this feeling whenever I feel good
It'll be the last time

But I feel something when I see you now
I feel something when I see you

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Laying down on the lawn I'm tired of trying to get in the house I'm thinking out loud I've been playing dead My whole life And I get this feeling whenever I feel good It'll be the last time B

She wore faded jeans and soft black leather She had eyes so blue they looked like weather When she needed me I wasn't around That's the way it goes, it'll all work out There were times apart and

Sometimes I think I'm a killer Scared you in your house Even scared myself by talking About Dahmer on your couch But I can't sleep next to a body Even harmless in death Plus I'm pretty sure I'

Day off in Kyoto
Got bored at the temple
Looked around at the 7-Eleven
The band took the speed train
Went to the arcade
I wanted to go, but I didn't
You called me from a payphone
They still got payphones
It costs a dollar a minute
To tell me you're getting sob

You asked to walk me home
But I had to carry you
And you pushed me in
And now my feet can't touch the bottom of you

You couldn't have, you couldn't have
Stuck your tongue down the throat of somebody
Who loves you more
So I will wait for the next time you want me

I hate you for what you did
And I miss you like a little kid
I faked it every time but that's alright
I can hardly feel anything
I hardly feel anything at all

You gave me fifteen hundred
To see your hypnotherapist
I only went one time, you let it slide
Fell on h