Okay
Tom,
Gimme a pen, a pad, a couch, a blanket, pillow and I'm out
I wrote this thing from 31st to Clinton
Foaming at the mouth
Can I sleep in your den?
I'm mad about how she's shaking in the middle of our house
I wrote this thing from amongst the best she handed out
Tom
Give me the biggest fucking shot of disastrous ass-backwards
Triple X
1000 proof shit in a glass
Better get the whole bottle
Better yet, I'll get water
I don't drink
Just give me the keys to your Civic
And some directions to the brink
[I'm, um..]
I'm kind of in the mood to get shot
I'm sort of kind of in the mood for suicide by cop
The little fake holdup the clerk
But I'm not loaded
The jerk at his work
At my worst
By the burst, it's a loaded gun
And when the cops come
I'll aim it at their faces until they lay me to waste
People will blame it on race, riot, and fuck up the place
Deface all in their path and
That's what I call a crime of passion
Tom,
Give me some NyQuil and a Tylenol
I want to shoot into space
But I don't want to shoot through the wall
And maybe I should call
And maybe I just fuck the fuck off
'Cause, it's my fault, I fucked it all
What am I, 10 again?
This shit was messed up from the beginning
And I knew I'd fall in love
And then I'd lose it
And lose a friend
Maybe it's her fault
She never seemed to try
Tom,
Give me a second,
I've got something in my eye
Love to the next
Hugs, kisses to the sex
Hot with emotion, baby
Tell me what you need
Sex to the love "˜til when they're not enough,
To the anger
How'd you lose your love for the leaves?
Drowning
I'm not waving, I'm drowning
I'm not waving, I'm drowning
I'm not waving, I'm drowning
I'm not waving, I'm drowning
Tom,
I toss and turn and can't sleep
I'm sorry to keep you up, right
Nevermind, man
Hey, what's up?
G'night, g'night, g'night, guys
My bright eyes ain't shuttin'
I'm sick of arguing,
So barging in seemed like it would help something
My puppy love turned to a leashed dog and a steamer
I'm on a plank,
She's riding pistol in a Bimmer
I'm thinkin' my best plan involves a meat cleaver and a steak knife
Someone's gonna die tonight,
But not her
Not my princess
Not my baby bird
Not my sweet chickadee turned angry vulture, clawing nerves
Red, tough, black and white and dead all over
Ask the owl, "How many licks does it take before it's over?"
"Twice is nice"
I asked you, "Please, toss my taped up clover"
Neither of us listen
[Neither of us listen]
I asked you, "Please, toss my taped up clover"
Neither of us listen
[Neither of us listen]
'Til we both pay the price
Like
Why you never listening?
Why you never there?
Why you gotta be like this?
Why don't you care?
Please, baby, talk to me
Please go away
Please, will you look at me?
Please, baby, stay
Can we stop this shit?
Can we try?
Can we make a go of it?
Please don't cry
Can we stop this shit?
Can we try?
Can we make a go of it?
Please don't cry
Drowning
I'm not waving, I'm drowning
I'm not waving, I'm drowning
I'm not waving, I'm drowning
I'm not waving, I'm drowning
I'm not waving,
I'm drowning
I remember
Bruised head, and a bruised heart
And I remember
Tossing with tears, cause the sleep's hard
If you remember
That faint smell on a pillow cover
Is not the smell of love anymore
That's loss and pain, vain happiness,
You're no longer the recipient of casual looks,
They seem to say you're all I see
So much compassion in her stare
How can it be in the back of my eyelids, haunting me?
A picture featuring your fat lower lip and brown hair
Each side of my bed is cold and will be
Remember when you throw my side with so and so
You bought that bed with me
You picked the sheets, and spent the time
You broke in the springs with me
Your first decision now change up your life and give it a try
With all the guys in the world,
Remember that you chose me
My best
You can have it if you want it
I gotta know
I gotta feel like this
'Cause life goes
And again and again
And again and again
I need a moment to absorb
This is a different kind of love you're missing
Best friends
'Cause everybody's fine and it's freedom again