your treadmill gaze forms wallpaper trifectas   i'm bore torn-worn and want country-western lust   our mouths are bigger than our feet   yeah our mouths are bigger than our feet   drywall dust breaks the pace of the cpr finals   there's a place that looks like that and it'll have to find us    there's no sympathy in a blowout   there's no sympathy in a blowout    and you can go home but i can't go home