I can't get out

Think twice before you touch my girl
Come around I'll let you feel the burn
Think twice before you touch my girl
Come around come around no more
Think twice before you touch my girl
Come around I'll let you feel the burn
Think twice before you touch my girl
Come around no more

"At Least We're Dreaming"

When do we get to the part where I can go home,
been hiding inside the jungle gym for way too long
waitin' for someone to come along and find me
live in an apartment that bums me out
it don’t get better when the lights go out
waitin' for someone to come along and find me
swimmin through the isle at the grocery store
I don’t even know what im lookin for

waitin' for someone to come along and find me

at least im breathin
at least im alive
as long as im dreamin
everythings gonna be alright

to the corner to call collect
your mother wants to know are you happy yet
waitin' for someone to come along and find you
goin out at night lookin for distractions
sleepin through the day theres no redemption

waitin' for someone to come along and find you

at least you're breathin
at least you're alive
as long as you're dreamin
everythings gonna be alright

im alright, I tell myself twice
in the mirror before I cant go to sleep at night
I need a lullaby I need some time

I need to get a dime bag from my guy [x2]

at least we're breathin
at least we're alive
as long as we're dreamin
everythings gonna be alright

im alright, I tell myself twice
in the mirror before I cant go to sleep at night
I need a lullaby I need some time
I need to get a dime bag from my guy [x2]

"Still Here Waiting"

Lay off the coffee, and the Kafka and the coughing.
Lay off the means to the ends and mean what you say more often.
Lay off the, laying off the smiling, the trying.
Lay in me, lay on me, lay on me
It's another day the way things go it's gonna go around again I know it.
I'm still here waiting for you
Lay off the moaning and the groaning and the stonings,
Lay off the coins and all the condescending tonings.
Lay off the,
Laying off street glib,
Got a suit and a tie and a record with winners, promise...

"Good Lives"

Theres a plastic dwarf warlord in the cereal box and
Hes licking off the sugar off the breakfast if chumps
Promise that forever we will never get better at growing up and learning to lie
There is no floor 13 theres not even a second story
You got one to tell and its sad as hell
Promise that forever we will never get better at growing up and learning to lie
Prep school kid with wall street glib
Got a suit and a tie and a record with winners

Promise that forever we will never get better at growing up and learning to lie

Im on my way back home now
Good lives are gold, like the oldest story
Will mine be told while im still young and horney
I know my role is to be a confusion
Set the clock back when Im growing old

This kid came over and I let him crash
But he went into my wallet and he grabbed my cash
Promise that forever we will never get better at growing up and learning to lie
And a good girlfriend she turned me in
I was lying with my eyes about adultery sin
Promise that forever we will never get better at growing up and learning to lie
Im on my way back home now
Good lives are gold, like the oldest story
Will mine be told while im still young and horney
I know my role is to be all confusion

Set the clock back we're not growing old

Never wanted to be like you or all the rest
Ive always been the first one to settle for second best
I never wanted to be I never wanted to be I never wanted to be
Like you

Good lives are gold, like the oldest story
Will mine be told while im still young and horney
I know my role is to be a confusion
Set the clock back when Im growing old
Promise that forever we will never get better at growing up and learning to lie x4

"Hey Montana"

Hey montana take your daughter back,
From the bathrooms of Angeles Vall.
She believes in destiny
Her names always misspelled
Waitressing to pay the rent
Drinks to quell the smell
Of people breathing way too close,
Folks who don't mean well
No one sees the color of your eyes
No one sees your smile
No one knows the secrets that you hide
No one sees you cry
She parks her car two blocks away, from apartment 15A
She walks with somber in her step and scores along the way
Blue's your hue you tiny thing Dropping patrons wine
Singing to you own sad song
Two feet stuck in the mire
Hey montana take your daughter back
It's clear she needs your care
These bustling
Streets are icy veins of a beast who snuffs her prayer
Her bones and the truth show through