We don't gamble
we don't do the stock exchange
we paint paintings
we
Oh, avalanche in apartment B
Everywhere, white's what I see
I've never
I sold you for parts
You get what you want
Then I'll
Thought I was layin in a gutter in
Milk cartons and
Every man I fall for
drinks his coffee black
Love + hate
Don't bother grandma 'cause she's right
Or you'll be in some
Think fog rolls in waves
on the Golden Gate
I was checking
How's it going to feel when summer ends?
Out of money,
Lock all exit doors
Now I wanna be your dog
Tape winding
On the night that my love broke through
On the night
Flashflood, you got too comfortable
So I showed you, who's really
Something is not right with me
how was I supposed to
Whistle blowers gotta get outta school
They don't want poets
they