I'm sorry and I wish that I tried

Desire on its knees, so much fun to be had in my head.

I am just a patsy, the Oswald in Lee Harvey

Fatigued, tired, ragged, and distressed, there’s no way out of this unholy mess – I must confess.

You have broken through my armour.

Someone help me, dear God.

Big mac: smack: phoenix r: please smile y'all.

Melodrama there in my kitchen sink, double vision the way it is.

And I sing to myself my civil wars within.

We never felt any sun, any sun.

Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all.

The fourth way is coming, so prepare for the fall

The butchers had no pity on them.

See me now and I will apologies

Will sleep overcome the hurt and then decay?

How I hate middle age

All we got unholy left-overs of a compromise.

Like islands in the stream that get washed away

Offer the world a dream, dress it up, it's blackmail.

Oh, the sadness will never go, will never go away, baby it's here to stay

A thousand Marlboro deaths ignored everyday, and who gives a shit about sexuality.

I only wish it was the truth

I can't see right from my wrong.

The disaster isn't coming, it's already arrived.

Stranded helpless, endlessly.

Lawyers before love, surrogate sex.

I think I'll leave and I'll take some rest.

If God persists, persists in saying yes

In your eyes I see it mirrored

This motion makes a modern love song.