remember when i left you i couldn't say your name or other crucial things like i love you, oh, that's a shame oh no, i think i'm falling oh no
am not surprised i got my head caught underneath the ice no, I am not surprised that i got my big head caught underneath the ice and on it goesa
it really shook you when i said a??no one has ever looked so deada?? well, it's over and i can't go there anymore and in the backseat of your car
oh, darkness filled the sky as pools of water filled your eyes they sparkled like phosphorescence in the bay although our lips barely touched i have
my neck hurts, ' cause i've been cutting moons my hands hurt, ' cause i cut them from you so someone snuck into your room and it got back to me
as i was saying i know that i'm one of the few who got away from you steven smith , we all lose one look at you and they're suddenly covered
it God Does not mean belief's not involved Just because you don't call it God Does not mean belief's not involved Random organized lie Random organized
Your gentleman caller, Well, he's been calling on another He loves his forbidden fruit. And as it dribbles down his chin He cries, "baby, I've been drinking
Cut it out Your self-inflicted pain It's getting too routine The crowds are catching on To the self-inflicted song Well, here we go again The art of acting
There's a ghost in my bed She cries in her sleep She says I won't let her leave I lie perfectly still As she stifles her tears I don't want to disturb
you stop speaking for me. I'm writing songs to entertian, But these people... they just want pain. They want to hear my deepest sins The songs from the ugly organ
So he would sulk and drink and mope And cross his arms and hope to die. And then a fairy came one night To bring this sorry boy to life. She pulled
Harold walks down any street of this town Both crier & witness the sun drops clouds shift His legs twitch The clocks chime on cafes, pharmacies, and
"now I can't stop the monster I've created"
I've decided tonight I'm staying alive just kicking & screaming Blood boiling & steaming There are things far too dark to comprehend Sleep on it one more
confession, And songs that recognize our sick obsessions. Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ again. Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ, so lets begin.
In the desert, where the cities are made of gold, There's a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails. And hermom calls out from an apartment balcony
I wake alone, ina woman's room I hardly know. I wake alone- and pretend that I am finally home. The room is littered with her books and notebooks.