And I hate to make this all about me But who am I supposed to talk to?
We're watching the sunrise from the kitchen counter When you lie in between my legs, it doesn't matter
And my cheeks are growing tired From turning red and faking smiles
But your eyes are flying saucers from another planet Now I'm all for you like Janet
Now they're screaming at the palace front gates, used to chant my name Now they're screaming that they hate me
Good thing my daddy made me get a boating license when I was fifteen
Never a clean break, no one here to save me You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand
That night, you were talkin' false prophets and profits They make in the margins of poetry sonnets
But like the dollar in your pocket, it's been spent and traded in You can't change where it's been
Little did you know Your home's really only the town you'll get arrested
Gasoline
Breathe
Castles Crumbling
Nothing New
Snow On The Beach
us
No Body, No Crime
Soon You'll Get Better
Florida!!!
You All Over Me