Into The Dark

Can you lie next to her and give her your heart, your heart as well as your body? And can you lie next to her and confess your love, your love as well as your folly? And can you kneel before the king and say, "I'm clean, I'm clean?" But tell me now, where was my fault in loving you with my whole heart? A white, blank page and a swelling rage; you did not think when you sent me to the brink. You desired my attention, but denied my affections. So tell me now, where was my fault in loving you with my whole heart? Lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole life.

Tomorrow Will Be Kinder

There he goes, there he goes again. Racing through my brain and I just can't contain this feeling that remains. There he blows, there he blows again. Pulsing through my vein and I just can't contain this feeling that remains. There he goes, there he goes again. He calls my name, pulls my train. No one else could heal my pain. There he goes again chasing down my lane. And I just can't contain this feeling that remains.

Maximum Occupancy

You're a huge bitch. And a whore. And you think you're so great. And, man, I hate you. I can't live with you for much longer! You're going to be 20 and you live at home. You have a part-time job at a bakery and went to school for about a year taking dumbshit math and cooking. That is humiliating. For you and for me. When people at school ask me where you go to school, I tell them I don't know. Because I'm embarrassed to tell them the truth. But what the fuck do I care? "She goes to community college. I know. She's an idiot. I mean really dumb. She's miscarried I don't know how many times because she's a whore. And she's a bitch. But whatever." But I'll be gone soon. And I won't have to talk to you anymore, Laura. Have a nice life. Trophy wife. Ha. You'll be lucky if you end up married at all. No good man would want you, if you can't tell from the people you've dated. Because, honey, you're not a trophy. You're trash. You're a punishment. And I'm done with it.

"You know you can't keep letting it get you down. And you can't keep dragging that dead weight around. If there ain't all that much to lug around, better run like hell when you hit the ground. Let it go, this too shall pass. You know you can't keep letting it get you down. This too shall pass when the morning comes!"

Rescue

My dress is torn, you have a black eye you got from a giving kind. But your coat is big and I am warm; I'll ask if I can walk you home. Grey like the gravel under our shoes, the sky doesn't clarify. Simple is something of a mystery, no longer making sense to me. Got a gun and an eagle's eye, but would like somewhere safe to hide. You've got a reason and so have I. I am the heat in an empty room, the cold coming through the walls. Your sofa's old, but I am new and there is better on the brew. My breath is soft, your hands are unlocked, unmanned and un-vertical. I feel strings without the black and blues, a weekend in a weekday's shoes. I'm gonna rescue you so you can rescue me, too. Make it a rendezvous. I got my best dress on and you've got a smile and a bruise, so come and rescue me and me you.

Drifting In And Out

Sometimes I find myself sitting back and reminiscing, especially when I have to watch other people kissing. And I remember when you started calling me your miss's, all the play fighting, all the flirtatious disses. I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood; I don't know why I trusted you but I knew that I could. We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt. I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt. Drinking tea in bed, watching DVDs, when I discovered all your dirty, grotty magazines. You take me out shopping and all we'd buy are trainers, as if we ever needed anything to entertain us. The first time that you introduced me to your friends and you could tell I was nervous, so you held my hand. When I was feeling down, you made that face you do. There's no one in the world that could replace you. Dreams of when we had just started things, dreams of me and you. It seems that I can't shake those memories. I wonder if you have the same dreams, too. The littlest things that take me there, I know it sounds lame but it's so true. I know it's not right, but it seems unfair that the things remind me of you. Sometimes I wish we could just pretend, even if only for one weekend. So tell me, is this the end?

Take me away, directionless. It doesn't have to make any sense. Use what you have, I'll follow you. Use what you have, don't you worry now. Choose what to be. Take a side.What if I don't want to step out in the light? Give it to others; just let it go now. Give it to others; don't you worry now.

Damn Words Get In The Way

Up on melancholy hill there's a plastic tree. Are you here with me? Just looking out on the day of another dream. Well, you can't get what you want, but you can get me. So let's set up and see, love. Because you are my medicine when you are close to me. So call in the submarines, around the world we'll go. Does anybody know her? If we're looking out on the day of another dream. If you can't get what you want, then you come with me. Up on melancholy hill sits an image of me, just looking out for the day when you're close to me.

On Melancholy Hill

And ever so quickly, I lost everything. And the hardest part isn't that I wished and wished, or that I tried so damn hard and it wasn't good enough, or that I truly believed everything would work out for me because I thought I was worthy and it was my turn. The hardest part is that I have to be okay with it. I have to gather myself together (after an embarrassing display of emotions) and move on. I have to study my ass off for finals. I have to write at least ten more essays. I have to smile and shrug and say, "Oh, well. I guess I wasn't meant to go there." And act like I believe it. I've lost it all. 

Maybe I've forgotten the name and the address of everyone I've ever known. It's nothing I regret, save it for another day. It's the school exam and the kids have run away. I would like a place I could call my own and have a conversation on the telephone. Wake up every day, that would be a start. I would not complain of my wounded heart. I was upset, you see, almost all the time. You used to be a stranger and now you are mine. I was a short fuse, burning all the time. I wouldn't even trust you; I've not much to give. We're dealing in the limits and we don't know who with. You may think that I'm out of hand, that I'm naive; I understand. On this occasion, it's not true. Look at me, I'm not you. Just wait until tomorrow, I guess that's what they all say just before they fall apart.