"Shower Scene"

It's funny how your worst enemies always seem to
turn out to be all of your
best friend's best friends
But I folded and I told
These aren't things I saved to sink you
but I folded, I told
So draw or throw and I will explode

It's time for you to choose
the bullet or the chapstick
And you are far too cute or whatever he said

Every time I hear it I am wishing I was great
I wish her... past tense my best friend
But I folded and I told
These aren't things I say to save me
But I folded, I told
I hope she's caught in the explosion

It's time for you to choose
the bullet or the chapstick
And you are far too cute or whatever he said

It's time for you to choose
It's time for you to choose
the bullet or the chapstick
This is me in his room
This is me in his room
This is me in his room

"Jude Law And A Semester Abroad"

Whatever poison's in this bottle will leave me broken sore and stiff.
But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at. He owes me one last wish.
So here's a present to let you know I still exist.
I hope the next boy that you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips.

But I got a plan (I got a plan)
Drink (drift) for forty days and forty nights.
A sip for every second-hand tick.
And for every time you fed me the line, "you mean so much to me...".
I'm without you.

[Chorus x2]
So tell all the English boys you meet, about the American boy back in the states.
The American boy you used to date.
Who would do anything you say.

(And even if her plane)
And even if her plane crashes tonight she'll find some way to disappoint me,
by not burning in the wreckage, or drowning at the bottom of the sea.
"Jess, I still taste you, thus reserve my right to hate you."
And all this empty space that you create does nothing for my flawless sense of style.

It's 8:45 (it's 8:45). The weather is getting better by the hour.
(Rains all the time) I hope it rains there all the time.
And if you ever said you miss me then don't say you never lied.
I'm without you.

"Sudden Death In Carolina"

Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter and this morning I threw up fire.
But it's nothing new. I've been piecing it together and it's got something to do
with every look thrown like a knife across a crowded room.
Every slow and quiet car ride I spent drinking in the backseat.
Every stupid melody to every stupid song.
And every stupid word that everybody's hanging on.

What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick.
So call 911.
I'm already dead but someone should be caught
and held responsible for this bloody mess.

Last night I fell asleep next to a liar and I woke up with a shiner.
And it's all that I remember from a night spent lying on my back
with a view of a stone white ceiling and the back of your head.
This dark and quiet bed felt like the middle of nowhere.
We beat each other up just like we always do.
When I'm talking to myself I'd always rather be talking to you.

What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick.
Call 911.
I'm already dead but someone should be caught
and held responsible for this bloody mess.

Call homicide. Take the case to court.
Her lips taste like a loaded gun
and I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor.

"Mix Tape"

I got a twenty-dollar bill that says no one's ever seen you without makeup.
You're always made up.
And I'm sick of your tattoos,
and the way you always criticize the Smiths... and Morrissey.
And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic.
But when I say let's keep in touch,
I really mean I wish that you'd grow up.
This is the first song for your mixtape.
It's short just like your temper,
but somewhat golden like the afternoons we used to spend before you got to cool...

I got a twenty-dollar bill that says no one's ever seen you without makeup.
You're always made up.
And I'm sick of your tattoos, and the way you don't appreciate Brand New or me
And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic.
But when I say let's keep in touch,
I hope you know I mean I wish that you'd grow up.
This is the first song for your mixtape.
It's short just like your temper,
but somewhat golden like the afternoons we used to spend before you got to cool...

"Failure By Design"

[Verse 1:]
Watch you on the one's and two's.
Through a window in a well lit room.
Become a recluse.
And I blame myself because I make things hard
and you're just trying to help.
And when I wake up you're the first to call.
This is one more late night basement song.
And I'm so sore.
My voice has gone to hell.

[Pre Chorus:]
And this is one more sleepless night because we don't believe in filler.
Baby, if I could I'd sit this out.

[Chorus:]
(This is over when I say it's over.)
This is a lesson in procrastination.
I kill myself because I'm so frustrated.
Every single second that I put it off
Means another lonely night I got to race the clock.
(I ignore it and it ignores me too.)
What say we go and crash your car?
And every time I leave you go and lock the door.
So I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder.
I'm another day late and one year older.
It's failure by design.

"Last Chance To Lose Your Keys"

I cashed in all my chips tonight and combed my hair till it was just right.
Cause I've been thinking about you and me girl, and we got something going on.
You told me you can't wait to see me and then you didn't bother to even show up.
This whole situation is incredibly typical, I should have seen it all along.
It's girls like you that make my think I'm better
off at home on a Saturday night with all my doors locked up tight.
I won't be thinking about you baby.
You call me on the phone, and you don't even want to talk.
You're staring at me from across the room then turn your back when I walk up.
We got inches away, and I never even got close.
So leave your lipstick at home.
Don't pick up the phone.
Don't bother to look in my direction.
I should have seen it all along.
It's girls like you that make me
think I'm better off home on a Saturday night with all my doors locked up tight.
I won't be thinking about you, baby.
Forget everything you think you know about me.
This isn't highschool
this isn't highschool
this isn't highschool
this isn't highschool
this isn't highschool...

"Logan To Government Center"

Consider this a letter that I never sent
However inconsiderate it seems
Do you still consider me,
consider me the boy you laughed with
or that you learned to live without?... I suck,
I know I'm late,
I know you waited

You wouldn't get me on the phone
And you couldn't make me not alone

My phone bills stacked up by my bedside,
with your picture, you're looking surprised
You're what makes New England so great
My island nights are all spent dying
Wait for summer to become wrought with lips,
my wishful thinking

You wouldn't get me on the phone
And you couldn't make me not alone
(Yeah you wouldn't get me)
Yeah you're a blue eyed lightning bolt
(You wouldn't get me)
I'm a national phenomenon
(You wouldn't get me on the phone)
Nothing's absolutely definite til it's absolutely, definitely gone (definitely gone)

I never thought this day would end (never thought this day would end)

"No Seatbelt Song"

So, it's sad this doesn't suit you now.
And me fresh out of rope...
Please ignore this lisp, I never meant to sound like this.
So take me and break me and make me strong like you.
I'll be forever grateful to this and you.
It's only you, beautiful.
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose it's only you.
Fix me to a chain around your neck and wear me like a nickel.
Even new wine served in old skins cheapens the taste.
I shot the pilot, now I'm begging you to fly this for me.
I'm here for you to use, broken and bruised.
Do you understand?
It's only you, beautiful.
Or don't want anyone.
If I can choose, it's only you.
But how could I miscalculate... perfect eyes will have perfect aim.
If I can choose, it's only you.
“We're wrecking” and I'm dry like a drum...when you scream
so fine I'll leave... we're spent... we've got time and trials...
measured in miles... we slave for days (and weeks).
It's only you, beautiful.
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose. It's only you.
But how could I miscalculate... perfect lies from a perfect dame.
If I can choose... it's only you.

"Seventy Times 7"

Back in school they never taught us what we needed to know,
like how to deal with despair, or someone breaking your heart.
For twelve years I've held it all together but a night like this is begging to pull me apart.
I played it quiet, left you deep in conversation.
I felt uncool and hung out around the kitchen.
I remember I kept thinking that I know you never would,
and now I know I want to kill you like only a best friend could.

Everyone's caught on to everything you do
Everyone's caught on to.

As if this happening wasn't enough I got to go
and write a song just to remind myself how bad it sucked.
Ignore the sun, the cover's over my head.
I wrote a message on my pillow that says, "Jesse, stay asleep in bed."
So don't apologize. I hope you choke and die.
Search your cell for something with which to hang yourself.
They say you need to pray if you want to go to heaven
but they don't tell you what to say when your whole life has gone to hell.

Everyone's caught on to everything you do

"Secondary"

And it comes down to you.
Never and ever.
Wrecked his day with looks and flirts
and midnight in your shortest skirts.

Past the point of trying, I'm a dying breed.
Thank her for reminding me of all the things I've done completely wrong.

Stop these looks and letters.
This isn't for the better.
You put me down...
It's for the worse, you're not my girl.

Stop the circulation to my legs and break my bones.
Dateless and late, I'm better by myself at home.
Past the point of trying, and I'm dying here.
Secondary. She laughs at every word I know came out completely wrong.

Stop these looks and letters.
This isn't for the better.
You put me down...
It's for the worse, you're not my girl.
[x2]