You don't text me anymore I wished it would've helped you text back sooner Thought I opened up a door I guess I closed the one that kept our future Why am I always the one that does the changing? I lost myself tryna fix what's wrong, while you go do the same things I wish I never cut my hair, or called all night Never let you love the songs I liked I always get too close, then let me down I wish I never let us fall out I wish I never grew it out the way you'd say 'Cause now I'm so damn close to goin' insane When I look in my camera everyday I wish I never let us fall out Still got my hoodie in your drawer I know you wear it often as I'm gone I guess you take the things you want And leave me feeling like the lonely one Why am I always the one that does the changing? I lost myself tryna fix what's wrong, while you go do the same things I wish I never cut my hair, or called all night Never let you love the songs I liked I always get too close, then let me down I wish I never let us fall out I wish I never grew it out the way you'd say 'Cause now I'm so damn close to goin' insane When I look in my camera everyday I wish I never let us fall out Wish I knew better than to take your crying As a sign for me to change I gave my all, and now I'm barely fine with The memories hovering on my face Wish I knew better than to take your crying As a sign for me to change I gave my all, and now I'm barely fine with The things I do everyday I wish I never cut my hair, or called all night Never let you love the songs I liked I always get too close, then let me down I wish I never let us fall out I wish I never grew it out the way you'd say 'Cause now I'm so damn close to goin' insane When I look in my camera everyday I wish I never let us fall out I wish I never let us fall out

Often I am upset That I cannot fall in love But I guess This avoids the stress of falling out of it Are you tired of me yet? I'm a little sick right now, but I swear When I'm ready I will fly us out of here Cut, cut hair Leave Cut my hair Cut, cut hair Strangely he feels at home in this But strangely he feels at home in this Often I am upset That I cannot fall in love But I guess This avoids the stress of falling out of it Are you, you tired of me yet? I'm a little sick right now, but I swear When I'm ready I will fly us out of here Cut, cut hair Leave Cut my hair Cut, cut my hair Strangely he feels at home in this But strangely he feels at home in this

Can you treat it like an oil well When it's underground, out of sight? And if the site is just a whore-sign Can it make enough sense to me? Pretend the table is a trust-knot We'll put our labels down, favors down I'll watch a yarn of twine unravel And you'll never get it back It's what I want (it's what I want) It's what I want (twine comes down) It's what I want (it's what I want) Don't you know I could make a try? Make a try, make a try, make a try I've been crowned the king of it And it is all we have, so wait To hear my words, and they're diamond-sharp I could open it up, and it's up and down Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh It's what I want (it's what I want) I'll see you beg like a little dog (ball and twine) Don't you know that it's what I want? (It's what I want) I'll see you beg and it makes you dry Make me dry, make me dry, make me dry I've been down, the king of it It's all we have, I've been down And I could wait to hear the words They're diamond-sharp today Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Well, you mesmerize me Stop criticizing me You know, I'm solo that way And I'm heading for the Cape I'm on a raft, can't turn back Stimulate the open chords I'm on a raft, can't turn back (Louder!) You're an ocean of honey Painfully funny, yeah And the tears that you grow are coming up early I'm on a raft, can't turn back And you stimulate the open chords Rats, in the bath, of the shaft (Louse) You're a Nestea splash Sunkist two-thousand class All the towelers of thongs And a heavy, line, oh Down the golden groves All around this funky place Damn, damn, damn all the 49ers

Doctor's leaving for the holiday season Got crystal ice picks, no gift for the gab And in the parking lot is the Sedan he bought He never, he never complains when it's hot He sold a swollen daughter In a sauna playing contract bridge They're soaking up the fun or doing blotters, I don't know which Which, which boys are dying on these streets I know the medical world could knock you out To sell the coins that you jayed last Thursday Dine by candle light and hold your savings tight You never, you never know when the bridge falls apart We spoke of latent causes, sterile gauzes and the bedside morale We traipse around the table talking sentences so incomplete Please, plea, boys are dying on these streets

Harness your hopes On just one person Because you know a harness Was only made for one Don't telegraph your passes You'll end up with molasses Cauterized in syrup And syrup and molasses And I'm checking out the asses The assets that attract us To anything that moves We're deep inside the grooves And it's time to shake the rations Cause someone's gonna cash in The plot it turns again The reference starts at ten Well show me A word that rhymes with Pavement And I won't kill your parents And roast them on a spit And a-don't you try to etch it Or permanently sketch it Or your gonna catch a bad bad cold And the freaks have stormed the white house I moved into a lighthouse It's on a scenic quay It's oh so far away Far away from the beginning The shroud is made of linen The yearling took the purse The goth kid has a hearse Heart-breaking Earth-quaking Kiwis they are home baking Minds wide open truly Leisure A leisure suit is nothing It's nothing to be proud of In this late century And I'm asking you to hold me Just like the morning paper Pinched between your pointer Your index and your thumb It's a semi-automatic Believers are ecstatic You see the way they cling The cold metallic sting And I'm living in a coma For Donna de Varona The harness made of hopes The lovers on the ropes Nun is to church As the parrot is to perch And my Heart's Wide open Truly