Hey midnight Turn on your light Roll out you stars I look tired But I feel wired And my body hums Like it's coming undone Don't you lie to me Nothing
Can you feel me slide in? Can you hear your blood pound? I will think of you in pieces, I will picture us found My filthy mouth, well it makes my mom
Best to smile Best to squeal for daddy Best to revile The baby Jesus, loves the company Must have lost my mind When I lost the car keys On my way out
Venus was a fly trap The man you loved devoured I used to dream about your sister Standing in the shower But I was never cool You thought I was a cowboy
Shoot me with your Raygun Full of holes so the daylight can get to what's dark I remain trapped inside your body The vice above your head, the hole inside
Make me your animal Make me your freak and I will pack them in It's understandable After all you're only human All this time it's been killing me All
So long Mrs. Smith This spring I think that I should go And I have had enough of this And this place ain?t what it was before When I was young, nine
Between the night and day Lost in the law of averages What would you know Unless you'd lived a life of it? They say the kid sold out in love with himself
What is life if not a joke One night she went out for smokes And they took her apart like a rag doll In the back of a van in an Alabama motel room I
Died in a motor crash I came back for you The perfect version of myself Tomorrow we start again Tomorrow came and went I'm indestructible, how I'm indestructible
Where will you be this afternoon I cut off all my fingers No fame, I spill my guts And orphaned desert isle Like orphaned, big bang Blink if you can
Ain't got no action grip Don't come with a full compliment of weapons Get off your illin' tip I don't recognize anybody from around here anymore And
If they dropped the bomb Would you love me then? If I was wrong, would it be okay? Well, I can see holes in every one A change of season If I found a
Some days are short Some days are longer I sold my skin, I sold the skin That I am in for a plan My out of style is coming back I'm bored but I'm excited
The red, red lips Of some secret solution The Central Intelligence Agency Has a file that's a mile longer than peace She's naked on the phone Watching
Hate, deliver me back into the shiny land Of opportunity, where I have the name I am melted down No smile, action, figure man Pop community, cooler than
The day I met you Decay will let you learn to bend We are better butterflies Meek we get the end It makes me sick It makes me laugh when I shouldn't
I dreamed I was a pigeon Slipping through the heavens like a 747 Everyone left down below Locked in a house of my invention Learning the don'ts of fire