So it hits me real hard
Around seven o’clock
Drink a coffee and floor it
And get ready to rock
But there’s nobody here
And nobody downtown
And if nobody hears you
Are you really around

So I’ll wake up alone
With salt in my eyes
And I haven’t the slightes

When I was seven years old
I saw a dead man in the road
Outside the liquor store, a few blocks from my school
Well he was cold and he was warm
He looked the damn same as before
Except for something in the eyes and a bit of drool

Well, people die every day
I wouldn't

Life is long and God is mean
Suffering in everything
Music is bad and movies are too
Bugs are trapped inside my room
So pick anybody other than me

I'm so sick of telling lies
I'm so sick of smiling 'til
I can't go home and cry, say sad girls are hot
But it doesn

Some songs sound the way it feels
To have a rib out of place
But I ran all of my errands
And all of my ribs are quite in
The animals are quiet

And all the things are in the bin
I put them in there with you here
When I remove them you'll be gone
I guess there's n

Hey I like your bra
Thanks I got it from my very best friend
Nailed her once in high school and then never again
Drugs and money who's between your covers
Wouldn't matter to me one way or the other
And when thots and animals storm the capital
You'll watch c-span for fun

It sounds like a cabaret to you
That's what you said
I could live a thousand years and still not know just what you meant

It sounds like a cabaret to you
What can I say?
When I know that you would feel that way about anything I play
I'll bet my songs all sound the same

Well, things haven't been so great for me
But then, whose fault is that?
Leave it to me to win the lottery and blow it all on gas money
Silly little trips, to and from the grocery store
I am a whore for the void, nothing less and nothing more

But when I watch the end of New

Cemetery pigeons
Checking out the graves
Cemetery pigeons
Leaving little footprints on the dirt
Beside the paved walkway
Cemetery pigeons
Are you from abroad
Do you ever think about the pigeons that you've lost

I don't wanna be here
I don't wanna go home

As an American (fuck)

So like, I guess they call it the sophomore slump
Always crying and always (drunk)
A few dead, more gone, and the rest well on their way

Thanks! (I hate it)
So everyone I love is stuck
Because this that, the other, and the state fucked up
We

I (your name)
Do solemnly swear
Not to off myself, think about offing myself or continue thinking about offing myself without reaching out for help
After listening to this song

Sometimes i see them on the sidewalk
Biking on the wet chalk
Spelling out their names
And

One! Two! One, two, three, four!

So what's the plan, man
What's the dream
We get a bed, two baths
A kitchen and a TV room
And we spawn a couple kids
Tie up all the cash
And everybody's stuck there
When the marriage turns to trash

I want a dumpster
Clea

I don't wanna feel better
No one's ever gonna love me like that again
I don't wanna get over you
I wanna sit with you in bed

I don't wanna feel better
I'd give anything to miss you again
I don't wanna get over it
I wanna get under it instead

The book sits on t

It was so easy with you
So salty and gross
Made me feel clean by comparison
And it was the gun in my mouth
And the fire in my house
It made me look so innocent

I'm never gonna feel good again
I've played this game all the way to the end
Look at this silly little

Well I've never really been so very stellar
At writing songs for things that make me glad
I try to tell you that I love you
And it comes out sounding like I'm sad

Or maybe I'm mad
Yelling at the world
Am I really gonna be a stupid girl?
I'm trying my best
Giving

So this girl's out back
Behind the bar
She's a good girl
She called a car
You got three motherfuckers in a big white van
Two dumb friends and one mean man

Well she'll fucking kill you
She wins every fight
She's gonna rock your shit by the end of the night
An

Put your index finger in your mouth
And scratch your cheek real slow
Draw blood, taste water
And drink it there's no more

Throw a punch watch it sail through the air
Keep talking but there's nobody there
Can't remember anything that you say
Slit your throat and die

Nothing left, nowhere to go
I'm gonna fly to Mexico
Bass guitar and nobody's home
I'm gonna fly to Mexico

Feral, feral animal
Buy a ticket, it's time to go
Nothing for you here, I know
Another kind of nothing in Mexico

I was born to die alone
Souls for hol

I come from scientists and atheists and white men who kill God
They make technology high quality, complex, physiological
Experiments and sacrilege in the name of public good
They taught me everything, just like a daddy should

And you were beautiful and vulnerable and power and

Top ten ways to smear honey on your face
Cut your nails, do your makeup and wake up late
Fill a bottle up with water and a soggy piece of fruit
Fill a workbook up with things you can do
When you're stressed, when things are just a mess
When you're feeling kinda anxious or lik

Here's the thing: I can't do anything right
Try as I absolutely totally might
The bones are melting, the skeleton is ash
The clavicle detaches and falls with a deafening crash

And I'm not your protagonist
I'm not even my own
I don't know anything
I don't even know w