— thriller

• so long live the car-crash hearts / cry on the couch all the poets come to life / fix me in 45

ㅤ — “the take over, the breaks over”

• baby, seasons change, but people don’t / and i’ll always be waiting in the backroom / i’m boring but overcompensate with / headlines and flash-flash-flash photography
• wouldn’t you rather be a widow than a divorcée?

ㅤ — this ain’t a scene, it’s an arms race

• i am an arms dealer fitting you with weapons in the form of words
• i’m the leading man / and the lies i weave are, oh, so intricate
• i wrote the gospel on giving up / you look pretty sinking / but the real bombshells have already sunk / prima donnas of the gutter

ㅤ — i’m like a lawyer with the way i’m always trying to get you off (me & you)

• we’re the new face of failure / prettier and younger, but not any better off / bullet proof loneliness, at best
• the best way to make it through with hearts and wrists intact / is to realise two out of three ain’t bad

ㅤ — hum hallelujah

• so hum hallelujah just off the key of reason / i thought i loved you, it was just how you looked in the light / a teenage vow in a parking lot / “till tonight do us part” / i sing the blues and swallow them too
• one day we’ll get nostalgic for disaster
• i love you in the same way there’s a chapel in a hospital / in foot in your bedroom and one foot out the door / sometimes we take chances, sometimes we take pills / i could write it better than you ever felt it

ㅤ — golden

• how cruel is the golden rule / when the lives we lived are only golden-plated?
• i saw god cry in the reflection of my enemies / and all the lovers with no time for me

ㅤ — thnks fr th mmrs

• say a prayer, but let the good times roll / in case god doesn’t show / and i want these words to make things right / but it’s the wrongs that make the words come to life / “who does he think he is?” / if that’s the worst you got / better put your fingers back to the keys
• thanks for the memories, even though they weren’t so great / “he tastes like you, only sweeter”
• get me out of my mind / and get you out of those clothes / i’m a liner away / from getting you into the mood

ㅤ — don’t you know who i think i am?

• a penny for your thoughts / but a dollar for your insights / or a fortune for your disaster / i’m just a painter and i’m drawing a blank
• they say quitters never win / but we walk the plank on a sinking ship
• i could learn to pity fools as i’m the worst of all / and i can’t stop feeling sorry for myself

ㅤ — the (after) life of the party

• i’m a stitch away from making it / and a scar away from falling apart / blood cells pixelate / and eyes dilate / and the full moon pills got me out on the street at night

ㅤ — the carpal tunnel of love

• we take sour sips from life’s lush lips
• whoa, we’re so miserable and stunning / whoa, love songs for the genuinely cunning
• slept through the weekend and dreaming / of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity / got postcards from my former selves saying, “how’ve you been?”
• take two years and call me when you’re better / take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter

ㅤ — bang the doldrums

• i couldn’t bring myself to call / except to call it quits / best friends, ex-friends to end / better off as lovers / and not the other way around
• i can’t commit to a thing, be it heart or hospital
• i cast a spell over the west to make you think of me / the same way i think of you / this is a love song in my own way / happily ever after below the waist

ㅤ — fame < infamy

• signing off, “i’m alright in bed, but i’m better with a pen”
• i’m addicted to the way i feel when i’m thinking of you / “there’s too much green to feel blue”

ㅤ — you’re crashing, but you’re no wave

• clear your throat and face the world / the verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck girls / only breathing with the aid of denial
• and everyone’s looking for relief / a bidding war for an old flame’s grief / the cause, the kid, the course, the charm, and the curse / not a word that could make you comprehend / too well dressed for the witness stand / the press prays for whichever headline’s worse

ㅤ — i’ve got all this ringing in my ears and none on my fingers

• you’re a canary, i’m a coal mine / ‘cause sorrow is just all the rage
• and i’m so sorry, but not really / tell the boys where to find my body / new york eyes, chicago thighs / pushed up the window to kiss you off / the truth hurts worse than anything / i could bring myself to do to you

ㅤ — g.i.n.a.s.f.s.

• i’ve loved everything about you that hurts/ so let me see your moves, let me see your moves / lips pressed close to mine, true blue
• trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns / i sleep with your old shirts / and walk through this house in your shoes / i know it’s strange / it’s a strange way of saying that i know i’m supposed to love you / i’ve already given up on myself twice / but the third time is the charm, third time is the charm / threw caution to the wind / but i’ve got a lousy arm / and i’ve traced your shadows on the wall / now i kiss them whenever i’m down

ㅤ — it’s hard to say “i do”, when i don’t

• “you’re appealing to emotions that i simply do not have” / blackmailed myself / ‘cause I ain’t got anyone else
• when i said that i’d return to you i meant more like a relapse
• but the only ring i want buried with me are the ones around my eyes