And if I ain't worth nothing but the shirt on my back I think there's nothing you lack Except me And if I ain't worth the time of day, I would say it anyway, I never, ever, ever wanna leave And if i do, I would not begrudge you running away I could tell, no one else sees the thunder and rain You can join me under this umbrella, I'm a real lucky fella with something to gain So I will, Take time with it, You're the drug I never wanna try to quit I'm filling up my veins with you You've got those opiate eyes Acting all surprised I know your reading every look, like a sailor reads the skies Oh my, acting all surprised, And smiling so wide I could live without it but it wouldn't be best I'm too inspired by the synchopated beat in your chest It's a desire that no other coulda put to the test You know I'd never detest you, my dear And if I do, You'd be justified, telling me that you need some other guy I concede, if you need to testify I recede if you need that trust of mine I'm falling like a bird without wings, And we don't know what to say, we could sing

Taking advice on a way to be nice to any man in the way of my goal tonight, it's my body. Shotgun shelling out bullets for eager mouths, Pull it or leave it now, take a bow, give up the money And if I do my best to satisfy the rest Would you spare me, oh, From the things I need, second-guessingf misdirection, would ya please? Handful of gentlemen who all have a poison, It's made for the girls and the boys and their delicate bodies Rage for the day, it's a million-dollar minimum wage, another million more words on a page, it's a hobby And if I brave the worst to satisfy my thirst would you take me, oh, to the peaks I know, I'm a soldier in the snow, I know I'm free We're so busy fighting our afflictions, it's a flighty addiction, I'm free. You take your post-prescription dependencies and get your demons away from me, you fit this vague description to a tee. But I'm doing just fine with this vice of mine. Can't you see we can't agree, it's just not right You can stand in line to be the scene of a crime You can smile, say you're fine, but you're wasting all our time It's too loud in here, and it's about time we were gettin out of here And I know it can't be easy anymore

Change your pace before your feet get sore. You can just relax, you never need much more. But when the epitaph reads "didn't say it enough" I bet you'll still be swinging synonyms and proving you're tough I think I see the way you try to see yourself all the time I think you see the things I try to tell you all of the time Don't complain about the house you built. If it lets in the rain, you can drown that guilt. But when the front page reads "this is blood on your hands" I bet you'll add a fuckin towel to your list of demands I bet you'll open like a vowel when the evidence lands, bet you'll open, never take another look Look a little quicker, finger on the trigger, move a little closer, think a little bigger Be a little better, keep your little letter See the way your attitude is stable as the weather I could do a favour so oh-oh you've got it I could do it now or later but oh, don't you want it? I'm a hollowpoint bullet, you're a deer in the line I'm a hollowpoint bullet Just a game for you, and you can say that you did what you came to do. I ain't afraid of you, And it's a shame that it feels the same to you, I stained it Two for the road and three for that tip, when your clothes are ripped, and a busted lip, and you can run, run, run but you're bound to trip, I mean I guess I had fun when you got your grip If you've got any other things to say, You can save 'em for today, I bet you're waiting for it, eh? May nothing come between us but the words in your head, and how you're tripping over every single thing that you said.

One time, some memory of mine, I fall out of the line, to follow right behind that dust, and thus, Nostalgia makes me full, it hits me like a bullet to the skull And when I close my eyes I wonder if romanticized and sundry pictures of my past could never hope to last I got my thoughts in opposite directions If it's natural selection, you're a natural affection, oh Do, do, do you wanna go back to it? I could really use that breath, what's next? I wonder if you, you wonder if me, No wonder indeed Well it's just that time of the year, and I wonder if you hear me, Elise, you're just a memory to me. Nothing but symbolism, see. Nothing personal, believe me, I'm in love with this ambiguity, rose-tinted glasses and unity Such lack of direction is new to me, it's new to me And if you wonder why it's you, You're a token that I knew. And the feeling is false, but the memory's true, and the setting in which we grew. I got my eyes shut, I got my palms out And I'm waiting on a touch from the back of your hands Oh Elise, I hate this, I hope you understand

You made the call and I get that. But you just took the first shot Why don't you take a step back, and evaluate what you've got? And I'm not pulling these punches, I'm not eating from your hand. We'll just wait till you get that. Wait till you understand. Wolf in sheepskin busy huffing and puffing, treating people like commodity, the oddity's nothing could ever make a mistake like yours undone, except the flickering forks of that serpent tongue. Spit poison, loose on the lips of boys, keep pulling strings, keep breaking toys, keep making love while I'm making noise, keep wrecking things you don't enjoy. You're there for her and I get that. But you and I were too close, to ever let the snake wreck that, to never let mistakes go. And I'll be here when you get that, the moment it becomes clear, that I won't stop till I get back, the truth that you need to hear Get your pills, poems, and then fill up your body with em. Vision's going spotty but ain't that just what you want?

Tell me if you're in distress, and I'll clean this mess, oh I must confess that you're gorgeous. And I adore this. You're a diamond and I'm feeling rough, but I know you're tough, if you've had enough you can leave me. It would bereave me. Three days and I'll see those lips, hear the quaintest quips, touch my fingertips to your boyish hair. Darling, anywhere. If you spoke I'd span the seas, bare on broken knees, all your troubles, we could be doubles dear. It's not so subtle, dear. Head over heels undersea. Sure as the ground under me, let us be, something argentine. And I don't need you to swoon. Catching your glance from the opposite side of the room, sharing that moment with you. I'm not one to think ahead too much. If I've said too much, sickly sweet and such, place your lips on mine, and I will cease in time. You don't text me, but I don't like to hold hands, and you arrest me, send shivers down my cold hands and to my feet. Lovely girl, oh you've got me beat Wish I had a better explanation than 'met her in the morning, and felt a correlation by the afternoon' I know you felt it too. Wish I spoke in a more expressive way, just to find the words to say, you'd take my breath away when you're old and grey. I'm too young and too cliche. Be realistic, did I make this too simplistic? For someone so stylistic, and gorgeous in red lipstick. I like the way you look in stained glass, Haven't felt a drop of life, honey, since it rained last. And I'm singing like I'm dying. You're killing me and you're not even trying. It's the way you wear a smile, so I guess what I'm implying is, I'd like to stay a while, get a feel for this feeling. If you feel what I'm feeling.

Standin' round looking where there's nothing left to see, but you never would agree when you're up inside your castle Oh you're only just a puppet and their pulling all your strings. Do you really know a thing when you're up inside your castle? If Kreata, faded, tailor-made it, course I'm gon appreciate it. Easy, ain't it? Praise it or contain it like it's radiating I'm about to scream and shout it, think I'm out of luck without it? Say what's on your mind, ima try to give a fuck about it Well it's another golden spoon for you, and if you did what you're told, that's good for you. The proletarian area, bet it's scary and new, but I get my fix from an eight to six, I bet that's plenty for you. Isn't it funny now? I bet your head's awful heavy when you're wearing that crown. And when you're ruling the town, hope you're around to see, your castle coming down with me.

Oh my god. Nothing gets me like you do, so get me immobile. The total impact of all your damages aside, I'll keep you in mind. So whine, whine, whine all the time like it wasn't your mistake. Oh rip, rip, rip your reputation into raisin-coloured flakes. She's a red dress, tempted by a few less men than I could guess. My money's on the best dressed funny guy. And I count my blessings too, I count them, though I discount you. You must forgive me for the way I don't account for two. She said she confides in everybody she trusts. I'm a must if you've got the time. Shush if you've got to whine. Well I've got nothing in the palm of my hand, But I been cold like the shoulder that you give to your man. I'm a policeman honey and I'm taking you in. You can bail if you're able to, I will not enable you. I've got nothing in the palm of my hand, but I been cold like the shoulder that you give to your man.

Foolish is the man who trusts in the collateral. Trust is unilateral. Trust me, I'm a radical. Shake hands, like it's all at stake, man Don't you want a break, and something that's real? Sick, dumb, deeper than the kick drum, No one's left to pick from, let's make a deal You'll keep your head above the water standing on their backs. I'll play the narrator, and write the story later, but thus far I'm still on the attack. Foolish is the man with his eggs in someone's basket, and I really hate to ask it, but did you never learn? People can be scary, it's logical to be wary, But you don't appear so very concerned. Something's insincere about the congregation, I've never seen an angel with a loaded gun. There's nothing left to fear about a neutral nation, but neutrality is boring when you're having fun. Short story, these things are transitory. Brief kiss on a pair of cold lips now Short story, these things are transitory, Shoot your shoot your gun and your camera from the hip, honey

There's confusion in my life, I know it's trifling but fuck, it really sucks, when words like knives end up stuck in your husk, trust, and you're wide-awake at dusk 'cause of mistakes you made at dawn "You look dead, just go to bed" are you kidding? I can't even yawn Pickup lines and drop-off times, I miss that All I picked up here is a smoking habit and case or two of beer that quickly disappeared, like most of the memories that I thought were mine I mean I'm not saying I miss 'em, I'm doing just fine Get the thinking out of the way Save it for a rainier day If you focus, it'll all go away If we focus on the things that we say It's funny how we get here and find people back home to cling to Like "Hey, I'd like to bring you, except we both know I can't" But the slant to the situation is that, given the occasion, I don't know if any amount of persuasion could convince me to change my mind, cause I find, I feel like my life's being shaped by me this time, I'm the hand on the clock and the face on the dime I'm the end of the rhyme and the period too I guess it's possible to be the rubber and the glue, would you say that's true? And that girl seems to have moved on, I guess. Talking to my drummer like he's next, trying to have sex over text. Is there a word for that yet? it makes me think, if all I have to do is blink for the whole world to flood, could we all sink, into the mud? Cause I bet we're on the brink I've got some shit to get off my back, good thing it's a sentimental track. I picked up the scent of mental flashbacks so I gotta backtrack to the heart attack of when I hit the sack, and my brain's wracked with thoughts of transcendental facts of how I ended up at Mac I'm gonna try and cover all the bases, I've hovered around some mysterious places. Time will discover where my ultimate place is, I just have to wait to be dealt my aces. I've always been bad at remembering faces, I've always been a fan of warm embraces, just try to maintain homeostasis. Look, let me explain what I've been through. I never always had a lot of people to talk to. But now that I do, just let me say thank you, to all my friends who say "I'm here for you" To those folks, I want to be near you, you know me probably better than I do. Show me the door that I walk through, if you taught me to walk, I will never forget you.

If your bar is made of diamonds and it's high enough to mingle with the clouds And if your life is just a set of double-standards and immoral hand-me-downs Then tell me everything I need to be. I've been tryna do it but you just don't see. What's acceptable to you is overcritical to me, unacceptable to you is undetectable to me You're a royal flush, I'm not foldin You're gonna call the bluff I'm not holdin I couldn't ever be your man, I'm not golden Plenty of fish in the sea, so why you fishin for me? You're tryna play it tough, I'm not foldin You gotta play that hand, so stop holdin And if we're starting to rust, we're not golden And if we're bones and dust, we're not golden Legionnaire of Midas and my shadow lives beside us on the wall. And if it's doing something better, I'd be glad to know I'm fettering us all. So tell me every single thing to say, you can shape all that I do, If you just want clay. Let you pull my spine out through my throat, and I'll empty out my body just to keep you afloat. So tell me every single step to take, if the realism hurts we can both be fake. You can find yourself a mannequin to pose just so. And he'll never disrespect, and he'll never say no.

I know you're young, but so captivating. The distance between us becomes so frustrating. Let's plan out those things that we said we'd do, and I'll pin my hopes to you And I was a boy with blind stars in his eyes, it's the things we don't catch that catch us by surprise. I'm glad that this story was written for two, I'll pin my hopes to you. Tell me that you'll be here if I'm too far to touch and it's rough on us dear. Tell me it's so good that it's true, I'll pin my hopes to you. You made me smile despite six missing teeth. And the weight of the world that I found you beneath could not crush out the flame that I once was drawn to. I'll pin my hopes to you. Don't kill any moments with daggers of doubt, if I ran into you I might never run out. It's just circumstances that ruin romances, and ain't that the sad, sad, truth. I brought your address wherever I went, and you're probably mad that no letter's been sent. I swear that I'll do that on one special day when I know just what to say. Our story's a film and I've set out to score it, you took half of me but I'm twice the man for it. It's these circumstances that ruin romances, we pinned all our chances away. Tell me that you'll forgive all the candles I lit while I learned how to live. listen, oh please, when I say that I see, you should pin this all to me. Tell me that you'll be here if I'm too far to touch and it's rough on us dear. Tell me it's so good that it's true, I'll pin my hopes to you.