Amanda talks about herself Forever and a day she'll have her way Amanda talks about nothing But she'll make you think it's poetry And it's too bad, she
I'm just a sloppy copy That's all I'll ever be I'm just a sloppy copy Potter I want You to fill me The more I do let down The more I cause to frown The
You, object of all my hate 'cause you, object of all her love Yeah it's you, you she's thinking of Teen idol, you're ruining my life Looming larger
These four walls and late nights brooding Never changing, never moving It seems, it seems momentum's at a crawl The ants are in the kitchen The mice
Fourteen hours a day, fourteen days in two weeks A fortnight out to sea, I'm far from home, alright by me Off the coast of Japan, then the Ivory Keys
So long, farewell Goodbye you crazy Southerner, goodbye Don't cry, turn away Don't change, I'll write And all the other stuff, we kinda mean Don't cry
I see that girl walking down the street I see that girl coming up to me I see that girl, now she's passing me by I see that girl, coffee in her hand
Let me try to understand and let it come 'round my way Will You hold out Your hand? A little tremble, I feel faint A little misty, a little hazy. I know
I don't know and I don't care So shove it down your underwear WHERE?!!
Turn round and I will press your hand If you will put our hands together now Turn round, don't stir under my gaze And you will hold my gaze forever now
Today is a new day No time to live in the past I guess now I know No time to live with regrets Mistakes I have made Got to get on with my life My
Starry, starry night The silver beams the only light Summer breeze, summer dreams Float over me The stars frame her silhouette Beauty steals away my
Don't touch this Just look and feel your way through Can't tough this tempest just yet The hopes and fears In the sirens sounding Beating hearts, tears
You know who she is, you know what she does Only I know what that girl is doing to you You know who she is, you know what she does Only I know what that
Welcome to Dumpsville, population: you I don't want to hang out with you anymore Please don't come knocking round my door I just need my time, my space
It used to be, but not anymore Time slipped through my fingers to the floor It used to be, but not anymore Tipped my hat and walked through the door
Well, hello, nice to meet you I really dig your hair, and would you care If I asked you for your number? Thinking 'bout you when I slumber You're so nice
Well you can differentiate with the best of them Yeah you can sure find your dx and dy Wontcha let me scootch on over to the desk next to you And I'll