You don't think we've had enough
We're all holed up
Yeah that's fine
Another one wouldn't hold that line
I gotta grow up
And get outside
Madeline
You're all orange-eyed
I can't hear; the TV's on
You sound all wrong
The picture's fine
But when I'm gone

Bent out boy in the car down the pavement
Turn here that's your place
Glitter girl in the back of the basement
Opened window frame

Heather, wanna see you soon
If you do
Heather, when I'm in your room
Love me do

Empty lot has a guest close to midnight
Spill