: now the day turns off its lights my muse says goodnight mirrors lie to bed with me i close my eyes and dream a dream that i traded in all my love
: north dakota's crumbling in the quiet telephone i'm in awe inside my view of you all i do is stare at the mess upon my floor its home to me, but
: i want to come home and find a pile of your socks on my floor i'd want nothing more i want to come home and find a stack of bills overdue i'd love
: i want to board up my windows and kill my neighbors and break my mirrors and not think of you say that you'll come home again love me. don't think
: i think i've had it i think i've had enough of these same old stories it gets so hard to ignore turn off the tv open your eyes to what's outside
: i can remember barely the love we shared- it scares me i didn't need your help discriminating i didn't need your help period you can't help me
: showed up in the fall for school i thought that i could fall for you that's why i wrote this song so all the dykes in santa cruz....can sing along
: i feel pale and so soft spoken half alive and halfway broken i feel like a puppet on a string steering through a crowd so faceless wondering how
: put on our sunday best and our masks for god we hide our drugs we kill our thoughts and we should fear your tv addictions and we should fear your
