The sound of loneliness makes me happier.

I'd rather be working for a paycheck, than waiting to win the lottery. Besides, maybe this time it's different, I mean, I really think you like me.

we made love on the living room floor with the noise in the background of a televised war and in that defeaning pleasure i thought i heard someone say if we walk away they'll walk away

The drunk kids, the catholics They're all about the same They're waiting for something Hoping to be saved

And me I'm in the bathroom crying out my eyelids because it's hard to be a man when you're scared, just like a little kid.

As long as I can buy records and books and maybe some clothes, I'm pretty stoked. I don't need a yacht or anything.

Let the poets cry themselves to sleep, and all their tearful words will turn back into steam.