Whatever makes you happy Whatever you need to believe In all these self-inflicted tragedies You scribble them down on that miserable sound I guess this is the good life
You said you're a wreck, you get so upset You said that you'd ruin everything The first chance you get But your chances come day after day As I drunkenly
I'm not an artist I'm an asshole without a job Making money off alcohol Making money off calling myself out "Look at me! A fraud! A phony!" Entertainer
I thought I'd start this simple song With something you could sing along Like, "Nah nah nah nah nah nah" But then I felt a bit cliche I started beaten
Out a little late, aren't you? What's out there I don't give you? Don't I drink and sleep with you? What you want you'll never get What you want is infinite
The priest had such lovely words for us What a holy lady lost She'll remain in all our thoughts Her great grandkids run through pews Remind us how life
Well, here I am, yeah, I'm back again In a town that I used to called my residence Now it seems like I live in a silver van You might have seen it once
lost In song it will be found He broke his old guitar He smashed it on his bed post Where he used to dream of lovers Kissing his forehead Good morning
I tried to be curt Tried not to be callous I tried to be casual Like nothing was wrong But nothing was right So nothing was left But for me to move
Mostly, I sleep it off It's easier in the morning To shrug off the evening's Drunken, pathetic pleas Because the night's tragic rambling Is the next
Friction! Friction! Friction! Friction! Night clubs and night stalkers Fast women, fast talkers Loose lips, loose limbs The lovely loveless Sunset to
couldn't be I know how dreams can let you down I've had some rude awakenings But Keely, I still go back to sleep In the dead of night you spring to life
Portland She was selling baggage I bought all I could And that was all it took To make my escape Oh, Omaha, oh, you never looked so good I am leaving
La la la la la la la la la Ooh It's going to take a lot of love To change the way things are It's going to take a lot of love Or we won't get too far
And my hair was stripped to grey Friday tried to wipe my tears away from my eyes But still I had to cry I had to nothing to show for my life But these
I can see the chill In the air between us I can feel a winter coming We're frozen in our stares And we know there's a world outside Of these insults
1994 A girl pukes out the window on her car door Her childish eyes say, ?I don't want this anymore I want to be a woman No, no, see, I don't want to
It's different when you're lonely The whole world's in love Holding hands between bar stools And you're holding your tongue Hold on You're so fucked