1. The Shower Scene
2. Jude Law And A Semester Abroad
3. Sudden Death In Carolina
4. Mix Tape
5. Failure By Design
6. Last Chance To Lose Your Keys
7. Logan To Government Center
8. The No Seatbelt Song
9. Seventy Times 7
10. Secondary
11. Magazines
12. Soco Amaretto Lime
The Shower Scene
It's funny how your worst enemies always seem to
turn out to be all of your best friends, best friends. But I folded
and I told. These aren't things I've saved to sink you. But
I folded and I told. So draw or throw and I will explode. It's
time for you to choose, the bullet or the chapstick. Or, "You are
far too cute...", or whatever he said. Yeah, every time I hear it
I am wishing I was great. I wished her (past tense) my best friend.
But I folded and I told. These aren't things I say to save me.
But I folded. I told. I hope she's caught in the explosion.
It's time for you to choose, the bullet or the chapstick. Or, "You
are far too cute...", or whatever he said. It's time for you to choose
(It's time for you to choose), the bullet or the chapstick. And this
is me in his room. This is me in his room. And this is me in
his room. So I update this almost every single day for you (We never
stand too close). I begin to hate you for your face and not just
the things you do (Red, gold, I told). So go tell him why my wrist
is sore, from pulling at your insides all night (We don't play fair).
Nothing that you do is new to anything or anyone but you (Red, gold, I
told).
Jude Law And A Semester Abroad
Whatever poison is in this bottle will leave me
broken sore and stiff. But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking
at. He owes me one last wish. So here's a present to let you
know I still exist. I hope the next boy that you kiss has something
terribly contagious on his lips. And I got a plan (I got a plan...).
Drink for forty days and forty nights (to know where we stand). A
sip for every second-hand tick. And every time you fed the line,
"You mean so much to me...". I'm without you. Tell all the
English boys you meet about the American boy back in the states.
The American boy you used to date. Who would do anything you say.
Tell all the English boys you meet about the American boy back in the states.
The American boy you used to date. Who would do anything you say.
And even if her plane crashes tonight she'll find some way to disappoint
me, by not burning in the wreckage, or drowning at the bottom of the sea.
"Jess, I still taste you, thus reserve my right to hate you." And
all this empty space that you create does nothing for my flawless sense
of style. It's 8:45 (8:45). The weather is getting better by
the hour (It rains all the time). I hope it rains there all the time.
And if you ever said you miss me then don't say you never lied. I'm
without you. Tell all the English boys you meet about the American
boy back in the states. The American boy you used to date.
Who would do anything you say. Tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states. The American boy you used
to date. Who would do anything you say. Who would do anything
you say. You're never gonna get it right. You're never gonna
get it. You're never gonna get it right. You're never gonna
get it. You're never gonna get it right. You're never gonna
get it. You're never gonna get it right. You're never gonna
get it. You're never gonna get it right. You're never gonna
get it. You're never gonna get it right. You're never gonna
get it. You're never gonna get it right. You're never gonna
get it. You're never gonna get it right. You're never gonna
get it... (No more songs about you. After this one I'm done.
You're gone...) (Tell all the English boys you meet about the American
boy back in the states. The American boy you used to date.
Who would do anything you say...)
Sudden Death In Carolina
Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter and
this morning I threw up fire. But it's nothing new. I've been
piecing it together and it's got something to do with every look thrown
like a knife across a crowded room. And every slow and quiet car
ride I spent drinking in the backseat. Every stupid melody to every
stupid song. And every stupid word that every body's hanging on.
What difference does this difference in age make? I know how it ends...
she'll kill me quick. Call 911. I'm already dead but someone
should be caught and held responsible for this bloody mess. Last
night I fell asleep next to a liar and I woke up with a shiner. And
it's all that I remember from a night spent lying on my back with a view
of a stone white ceiling and the back of your head. And this quiet,
dark bed felt like the middle of nowhere. And we beat each other
up just like we always do. When I'm talking to myself I'd always
rather be talking to you. What difference does this difference in
age make? I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick. Call
911. I'm already dead but someone should be caught and held responsible
for this bloody mess. Call homicide. Take the case to court,
cause her lips taste like a loaded gun and I'm her number one chalk outline
on the floor. They hung her from the bridge on Monday. The
gathering turned to a mob out on the lawn. They dropped her body
in the river. And school and work returned to normal before long...
Call 911. I'm already dead but someone should be caught and held
responsible for this bloody mess. Call homicide. Take the case
to court, cause her lips taste like a loaded gun and I'm her number one
chalk outline on the floor.
Mix Tape
I got a twenty dollar bill that says no one's ever
seen you without makeup. You're always made up. And I'm sick
of your tattoos, and the way you always criticize the Smiths... and Morrissey.
And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic. But when I
say let's keep in touch, I really mean I wish that you'd grow up.
This is the first song for you're mix tape. And it's short just like
your temper, somewhat golden like the afternoons we used to spend before
you got too cool... I got a twenty dollar bill that says no one's
ever seen you without makeup. You're always made up. And I'm
sick of your tattoos, and the way you don't appreciate Brand New... or
me. And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic.
But when I say let's keep in touch, I hope you know I mean I wish that
you'd grow up. This is the first song for you're mix tape.
And it's short just like your temper, somewhat golden like the afternoons
we used to spend before you got too cool... yeah, but I wish you were my
shadow... yeah, but I wish you were my shadow... yeah, but I wish you were
my shadow... yeah, but I wish you were my shadow...
Failure By Design
Watch you on the one's and two's. Through
a window in a well lit room. Become a recluse. And I blame
myself because I make things hard and you're just trying to help.
And when I wake up you're the first to call. This is one more late
night basement song. And I'm so sore. My voice has gone to
hell. This is one more sleepless night because we don't believe in
filler. Baby, if I could, I'd sit this out. (This is over...) This
is a lesson in procrastination (when I say it's over). I kill myself
because I'm so frustrated. And every single second that I put it
off means another lonely night I got to race the clock. (And I ignore it...)
What say we go and crash your car (and it ignores me too)? And every
time I leave you go and lock the door. So I walk myself, picking
at a chip on my shoulder. I'm another day late and one year older.
It's failure by design. And we just want sleep. But this night
is hell. I'm sick and sunk and I blame myself because I make things
hard and you're trying to help. I got no gas (No gas). I'm
winding out my gears. This is one more day on the verge of tears.
And now my head hurts (Head hurts). And my health is a joke.
And now I got to stop because the headphones broke. We don't believe
in filler. Baby, if I could I'd sit this out. (This is over...) This
is a lesson in procrastination (when I say it's over). I kill myself
because I'm so frustrated. And every single second that I put it
off means another lonely night I got to race the clock. (And I ignore it...)
What say we go and crash your car (and it ignores me too)? And every
time I leave you go and lock the door. And I walk myself, picking
at a chip on my shoulder. I'm another day late and one year older.
It's failure by design. I'm out of everything. No one sleeps
till we get this shit out on the shelves. It's late. I'm faltering.
This time I've got nothing to say besides, "Do do do. Do do do. (Baby,
I'm better than this.) Do do do. Do do do. Do do do.
Do do do. (Baby, I'm better than this.) Do do do. Do do do.
Do do do. Do do do. (Baby, I'm better than this.) Do do do.
Do do do. Do do do. Do do do." Nothing to say besides...
(This is over...) this is a lesson in procrastination (when I say it's
over). I kill myself because I'm so frustrated. And every single
second that I put it off means another lonely night I got to race the clock.
(And I ignore it...) What say we go and crash your car (and it ignores
me too)? And every time I leave you go and lock the door. And
I walk myself, picking at a chip on my shoulder. I'm another day
late and one year older. I'm a failure by design.
Last Chance To Lose Your Keys
I cashed in all my chips tonight and combed my
hair till it was just right. Cause I've been thinking about you and
me girl, and we got something going on. You told me you can't wait
to see me and you didn't bother to even show up. This whole situation's
incredibly typical, I should have seen it all along. I should have
seen it all along. I should have seen it all along. It's girls
like you that make me think I'm better off home on a Saturday night with
all my doors locked up tight. I won't be thinking about you baby.
You call me on the phone, and you don't even want to talk. You're
staring at me from across the room then turn your back when I walk up.
We got inches away, and I never even got close. Leave your lipstick
at home. Don't pick up the phone. Don't bother to look in my
direction. I should have seen it all along. I should have seen
it all along. It's girls like you that make me think I'm better off
home on a Saturday night with all my doors locked up tight. I won't
be thinking about you, baby. Home on a Saturday night with all my
doors locked up tight. I won't be thinking about you, baby.
Forget everything you think you know about me. This isn't high school
(Forget everything you think you know about me). This isn't high
school. This isn't high school. This isn't high school.
This isn't high school. This isn't high school. This isn't
high school. This isn't high school. I'm better off home on
a Saturday night with all my doors locked up tight. I won't be thinking
about you, baby. Home on a Saturday night with all my doors locked
up tight (Forget everything you think you know about me). I won't
be thinking about you, baby (This isn't high school. This isn't high
school...). Home on a Saturday night with all my doors locked up
tight (Forget everything you think you know about me). I won't be
thinking about you, baby (This isn't high school. This isn't high
school...). Home on a Saturday night with all my doors locked up
tight (Forget everything you think you know about me). I won't be
thinking about you, baby (This isn't high school. This isn't high
school...).
Logan To Government Center
Dear, ______ ______
Consider this a letter that I never sent.
However inconsiderate it seems. Do you still consider me... consider
me the boy you laughed with, or you learned to live without? I suck.
I know I'm late. I know you waited. You wouldn't get me on
the phone. And you couldn't make me not alone. The phone bills
are stacked up by my bedside, with your picture, you're looking surprised.
You're what makes New England so great. My island nights are all
spent dying. Wait for summer, become wrought with lips (my wishful
thinking). You wouldn't get me on the phone. And you couldn't
make me not alone. Yeah, you wouldn't get me... you wouldn't get
me... you wouldn't get me on the phone. Woo! I never thought
this day would end (I never thought this day would end). I never
thought tonight could ever be this close to me... So let my hands
stray past the boundaries of your back... and get you breathing (Get you
breathing). And we'll get this started (Get this started).
You wouldn't get me... you wouldn't get me... you wouldn't get me on the
phone. Yeah you wouldn't get me... you wouldn't get me... you couldn't
make me not alone.
Love,
_____ _____
The No Seatbelt Song
So, it's sad this doesn't suit you now. And
me fresh out of rope... Please ignore the lisp, I never meant to
sound like this. So take me and break me and make me strong like
you. I'll be forever grateful to this and you. It's only you,
beautiful. Or I don't want anyone. If I can choose it's only
you. Fix me to a chain around your neck and wear me like a nickel.
Even new wine served in old skins cheapens the taste. I shot the
pilot, I'm begging you to fly this for me. I'm here for you to use,
broken and bruised. Do you understand? It's only you, beautiful.
Or I don't want anyone. If I can choose, it's only you. But
how could I miscalculate... perfect eyes will have perfect aim. If
I can choose, it's only you. "We're wrecking", and I'm dry like a
drum... so fine I'll leave... we're spent... take our time... measured...
we slave for days. It's only you, beautiful. Or I don't want
anyone. If I can choose, it's only you. But how could I miscalculate...
perfect lies from a perfect dame. If I can choose... it's only you.
Seventy Times 7
Back in school they never taught us what we needed
to know, like how to deal with despair, or someone breaking your heart.
For twelve years I've held it all together, but a night like this is begging
to pull me apart. I played it quiet, left you deep in conversation.
I felt uncool and hung out around the kitchen. I remember I kept
thinking that I know you never would, and now I know I want to kill you
like only a best friend could. Everyone's caught on to everything
you do. Everyone's caught on to... As if this happening wasn't
enough I got to go and write a song just to remind myself how bad it sucked.
Ignore the sun, the cover's over my head. I wrote a message on my
pillow that says, "Jesse, stay asleep in bed." So don't apologize.
I hope you choke and die. Search your cell for something which to
hang yourself. They say you need to pray if you want to go to heaven,
but they never tell you what to say when your whole life has gone to hell.
Everyone's caught on to everything you do. Everyone's caught on to...
Everyone's caught on to (I can't, let you...) everything you do (let me
down again). Everyone's caught on to (I can't, let you let me down
again)... So, is that what you call a getaway? Tell me what
you got away with. Cause I've seen more spine on jellyfish... I've
seen more guts on eleven year old kids. Have another drink and drive
yourself home. I hope there's ice on all the roads. And you
can think of me when you forget your seatbelt, and again when your head
goes through the windshield. Is that what you call tact? You're
as subtle as a brick in the small of my back. So let's end this call,
and end this conversation. And is that what you call a getaway?
Well, tell me what you got away with. Cause you left the phrase from
the ties you severed when you say, "Best friends mean friends forever."
Is that what you call a getaway? Well tell me what you got away with.
Cause I've seen more spine on jellyfish... I've seen more guts on eleven
year old kids. Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there's ice on all the roads. And you can think of me when
you forget your seatbelt, and again when your head goes through the windshield.
Everyone's caught on to (I can't, let you...) everything you do (let me
down again). Everyone's caught on to (I can't, let you let me down
again)... Everyone's caught on to (I can't, let you...) everything
you do (let me down again). Everyone's caught on to (I can't, let
you let me down again)...
Secondary
Now it comes down to you. Never and ever.
Wrecked his day with looks and flirts and midnight in your shortest skirts.
Past the point of trying, I'm a dying breed. Thank her for reminding
me of all the things I've done completely wrong. Stop these looks
and letters. This isn't for the better. You put me down.
It's for the worse. You're not my girl. Stop the circulation
to my legs and break my bones. Dateless and late... better by myself
at home. Past the point of trying? And I'm dying here.
Secondary. She laughs at every word I know came out completely wrong.
Stop these looks and letters. This isn't for the better. You
put me down. It's for the worse. You're not my girl.
Stop these looks and letters. This isn't for the better. You
put me down. It's for the worse. You're not my girl.
And it's my last semester. And brothers always come first.
It's my last semester (It's my last semester). At least until next
winter (At least until next winter). But I'm sure that I'll be over
this by then. Past the point of trying, I'm a dying breed.
Thank her for reminding me of all the things I've done completely wrong.
Stop these looks and letters. This isn't for the better. You
put me down. It's for the worse. You're not my girl.
Stop these looks and letters. This isn't for the better. You
put me down. It's for the worse. You're not my girl (Better
scenes... I wish she'd seen me. Better off if I just let it be.
Better pretend it don't matter. I'd be better off if I could have
her). Stop these looks and letters. This isn't for the better.
You put me down. It's for the worse. You're not my girl (Better
days since the day I met her. I better hope she got my letters.
Better off in two year stretches).
Magazines
Laetitia, you destroy me, so I can see why I feel
so lonely when you and me could be forever, perfectly perfect together.
I know. Broken down in my dead bedroom, stuttering to pictures of
you. I'm know that you can always see me. I saw you staring
though my TV last night. So I'll leave my door open all night, in
case you decide you want to stop on by. Because you got to know who's
been singing that song on the radio. The one that goes (The one that
goes)... My friends all call me crazy cause I stay up late anticipating,
and planning for the day I sweep you off your feet, I'd never leave you
alone. Laetitia, you got my hands shaking. I'm begging you,
oh baby please stop breaking my heart because I got that feeling that you
and I will never really get it on. So I'll leave my door open all
night in case you decide you want to stop on by. Because you got
to know who's been singing that song on the radio. The one that goes
(The one that goes)... Girl, come to me. The only broken hearted
loser you'll ever need, or I'll be left alone forever with my magazines.
Come to me. The only broken hearted loser you'll ever need, or I'll
be left alone forever with my magazines. Girl, come to me (Girl,
you got my hands shaking). The only broken (You got me going crazy)
hearted loser you'll ever need (Girl, you got my hands shaking), or I'll
be left alone forever with my magazines (You got me going crazy).
Girl, come to me (Girl, you got my hands shaking). The only broken
(You got me going crazy) hearted loser you'll ever need (Girl, you got
my hands shaking), or I'll be left alone forever (You got me)...
Laetitia, you destroy me, so I can see why I feel so lonely when you and
me could be forever, perfectly perfect together. I know.
Soco Amaretto Lime
Passed out on the overpass. Sunday best and
broken glass. Broken down from the bikes and bars. Suspended
like spirits over speeding cars. You and me were kings over the parkway
tonight. And tonight will go on forever while we walk around this
town like we own the streets. And stay awake through Summer like
we own the heat. Singing, "Everybody wake up (...wake up).
It's time to get down (Everybody, everybody wake up. It's time to
get down)." And when I pass the bottle back to Pete on the overpass
tonight, I bet we laugh. I'm gonna stay 18 forever (Cut me open).
So we can stay like this forever (Sun poisoned). And we'll never
miss a party (This offer...), cause we keep them going constantly (stands
forever). And we'll never have to listen (New haircut) to anyone
about anything (New bracelet), cause it's all been done and it's all been
said (Eyeliner). We're the coolest kids and we take what we can get...
the hell out of this town. Find some conversation. The low
fuel light's been on for days. It doesn't mean anything. I
got another 500... another 500 miles before we shut this engine down (We
shut it down). I'm gonna stay 18 forever (Cut me open). So
we can stay like this forever (Sun poisoned). And we'll never miss
a party (This offer...), cause we keep them going constantly (stands forever).
And we'll never have to listen (New haircut) to anyone about anything (New
bracelet), cause it's all been done and it's all been said (Eyeliner).
We're the coolest kids and we take what we can get (Wait forever)...
18 forever (First kisses) (You're just jealous cause I'm young and in love).
So we can stay like this forever (New stitches) (Your stomach's filled
up, but you're starved for conversation). And we'll never miss a
party (November to remember) (You're spending all your nights growing old
in your bed), cause we keep them going constantly (Night swimmers) (And
you're tearing up your photos cause you want to forget... it's over).
And we'll never have to listen (Collar weekend) (You're just jealous cause
I'm young and in love) to anyone about anything (Appearance ticket) (Your
stomach's filled up, but you're starved for conversation), cause it's all
been done and it's all been said (You're spending all your nights growing
old in your bed). We're the coolest kids and we take what we can
get (And you're tearing up your photos cause you want to forget... it's
over)... You're just jealous cause we're young and in love.
You're just jealous cause we're young and in love. You're just jealous
cause we're young and in love. You're just jealous cause we're young
and in love. You're just jealous cause we're young and in love.
You're just jeal...