thinking back on the blushes and traded shook-hands for kisses
i topple over the creases in my palms that lead me to you
remembering roping down the moon for any excuse
to keep us in the warmth,
now i'm looking for any excuse to cut it off

they say you snooze you lose
but what I'd do to sleep through this

said "i don't wanna trade in Z's for I, L, Y, too's"

come out, come out, wherever you are
come on show us a little star
cause i'm sick of wishin my way outta love
with nothin to wish upon
come out, come out, wherever you are
come on show us a little star
cause i'm sick of wishin my way outta love
with nothin to wish upon

reAlity bytes

snore the dust off the door - byte my tongue
one-ups for guts we never knew you had
i traded up best laid plans for laying down
the headaches we're never the same again

blew kisses to love bounced off walls
nobody wants to see the boy fall

my knackered joints are on knee's
- put my chest in a sling
camera smiles only coming out in the dark
but not quite glowing

goosebumps mapping out my thoughts again
as if the rings around my eyes weren't enough to draw you in


i need a 'his and hers' system crash for 'bashful boys' and 'pass girls'
cause all the blushes have taken a turn for the worse

chorus (if there is one)

X-O-X-P
''till next year's'' aren't getting any younger
X-O-X-P
lucky for me i dabble in tragedy





(don't look at this dave this is for our bands songs)

i'm na-na-narcoleptic, pickin' fights with love
''don't worry i'm stayin' busy'' oh, oh, no
pullin' myself apart for the stitch back up
oh the trips are worth every scar

saw the la-la lamppost swallow loneliness when it traded vows with the pavement
said, I said
said, I said
''what i'd give to be caught in between''

chin-up,
oooo baby glows
so jet set,
golds leakin' out her glands
bankrupt those baby-browns and run
"you're done"


''greetings'' from the infirmary
well, didn't you hear the headlines?
of coarse, I've been keeping clean
i'm the "favorite" and "she's had her time"

it goes without saying, when i say your on your own
and hope it cuts right to the bone


there's something so romantic about a shot in the dark
where kisses blur--
blew them in the back of hollowed out cars


chin-up,
oooo baby glows
so jet set,
golds leakin' out her glands
bankrupt those baby-browns and run
"you're done"

oh fake a smile,
and swear me you'll keep this awkward
if he knew he had you swooning he wouldn't have bothered


chin-up,
oooo baby glows
so jet set,
golds leakin' out her glands
bankrupt those baby-browns and run
"you're done"



blazin'

buh buh

double-wheel rotary ditcher, dig me a place to rest my head
oh how it hurts, cause this world can't get it to learn

no god oh
sometimes you make me feel so alone
and I'd spare a rib to make this place feel home


spinning circles in federation square




captains on passenger planes, and single-serving friends
i know it's not the romance you dreamt up as a little girl
but don't you think it's worth it -
if it gets us to the ends of the earth?

..

and you won't won't won't know anything
except i'm only missing me, me, me

hands together for headaches,
the ones that come with you
i'm droppin' pills for my debut blues
all puppet strung in love with our own doubts
babies born "black-belt"
yet to master himself

pocket stare's keep me in check.
and miss "speculum" reflect my head
like a star to my wall
since i don't glow in the dark no more

ooooh ooooh
pinch me till it hurts
burned out promises on the way home again.
and you won't won't won't know anything
except he's only missing
ooooh ooooh
pinch me till it hurts
burned out promises on the way home again.
and you won't won't won't know anything
except i'm only missing

me, me, me and my misery

you could kick, kick, my head offside
before i draw up my lines
starry-eyed teens tipping hats on the streets
infamy's few and far between

lonely road, back and forth i go
oh, i'll hang my head-ached head on your bed stand
don't keep safe that golden band
cause i'm no, no, no, auto yes-man

ooooh ooooh
pinch me till it hurts
burned out promises on the way home again.
and you won't won't won't know anything
except he's only missing
ooooh ooooh
pinch me till it hurts
burned out promises on the way home again.
and you won't won't won't know anything
except i'm only missing

me, me, me and my misery

me, me, me and my misery



homesick for nights spent on my own
these friends i grew up with never felt more alone
whenever i let loose my blue-eyed soul
i can't recall you ever wanting to call
so call it quits

ooooh ooooh
pinch me till it hurts
burned out promises on the way home again.
and you won't won't won't know anything
except he's only missing
ooooh ooooh
pinch me till it hurts
burned out promises on the way home again.
and you won't won't won't know anything
except i'm only missing

me, me, me and my misery

me, me, me and my misery

2am Lockout fr Chests

I've been weighing the pros and cons of you not here, a couple of extra pillows fr headrests doesnt quite compare to feeling yr breathe brng the hairs on the back of neck to a standing ovation - the room thunders fr you. Nd im on my knees

Curtain Calls On Walkabouts

baby can't boss his way outta the worry's that line his forehead
sorry, daddy's got you brand new friends and you'll have to grow into them
laced the journals with finger traps,
watch your pupils open up
isn't it just so blue on both sides of the fence?

don't look twice, there's a boy on stage singing' to himself again
I just need to get to you
if failure had it's field day, I'm up on shoulders
HEY knock knock
a thimble for a ruse

I guess that frown didn't quite beat the wind change
doesn't matter, mother just needs to see you grow strong
and i've been casting "so-longs" like bricks off the overpass
cause all we really need is something to write home about

don't look twice, there's a boy on stage singing' to himself again
I just need to get to you
if failure had it's field day, I'm up on shoulders
HEY knock knock
a thimble for a ruse

bah bah, bah bah bah

don't look twice, there's a boy on stage singing' to himself again
I just need to get to you
if failure had it's field day, I'm up on shoulders
HEY knock knock
a thimble for a ruse


---------------------------

tick tock,
tick tock
somebody's stirring such a fuss
worry worry
little star
nobody knows who you are

Bez, Knows The Score

rosey-cheeked, checkered black & blue
he's jumping hoops through the rings you ran around him
sweating kerosene
remembering how you set the sky alight
my scuffed knee's deep in tragedy
and there's one boy left that treads the thought
that you'd still waste your time on him

hail the--
heart breaker's with offside ovations
to hot and bothered to care for a bearing that only lead home
i could be yr catcher -
just write off the misses
singin' it like you've dragged this on your own

wishin' that i bottled love and blew kisses off the coast
cause the desertions kinda getting old
pissed vows in the streets
- somehow do us part
I'm narcoleptic, pickin' fights with dusk
so my lips slur
something romantic about a shot in the dark
and your dress whirls
a dance i don't ever wanna stop

hail the--
heartbreaker's with offside ovations
to hot and bothered to care for a bearing that only lead home
i could be yr catcher -
just write off the misses
singin' it like you've dragged this on your own

I could be your catcher
I could be your catcher
just write off the misses
singin' it like you've dragged this on your own

I could be your catcher
I could be your catcher
just write off the misses
singin' it like you've dragged this on your own

heart-breaker's with offside ovations
to hot and bothered to care for a bearing that only lead home

hail the--
heartbreaker's with offside ovations
to hot and bothered to care for a bearing that only lead home
i could be yr catcher -
just write off the misses
singin' it like you've dragged this on your own

ba-da beep, did you get the message i left?
all 'get-wells' and 'sorrys' i shouldn't have slipped
these pearl eyes won't come out of their shells
just to see my friends lose hope again

?

1...., Knows The Score
2. Shortchangin' The Painters & Dockers
3. Heres, Lookin At You, Kid
4. ......
5. Curtain Calls On Walkabouts
6. Mister. Prozac

field day
cornerstone, cellar door
to the man
hopeless

Shortchangin' The Painters And Dockers

(verse 1)
I'm just a boy in an empty city, with vintage ma-ma-misery,
a one night oh-oh-odyssey,
so give my head a minute to get outta' living
and broken bone, you're so alone
you just need that suede suit of skin to take you home

cause tonight you look like you could, but you know you won't


(chorus)
well good luck kid, i tip my head
and hope, hope, hope you don't, don't need it
playing two-up on you're window sill
with a bitter, bitter, bitter, pill

(verse 2)
just one floor from a let down, hoping that your a hit enough to break my fall.
if only for the fame, his dearest catch of the da-da-da-da-da-da-day, late.
well I've been told, "you make this town feel old,"
the worst part's I already know,

I'm just a waistcoat with a peachy grin gathering dust on your bedroom floor.

(chorus)
well good luck kid, i tip my head
and hope, hope, hope you don't, don't need it
playing two-up on you're window sill
with a bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter pill

(bridge)

uh, uh, uh

toss a coin, fall in line
with everything everyone's ever said about you
you're an over night success story without the stars
our 'tear-catcher' of the sky.


(chorus)
well good luck kid, i tip my head
and hope, hope you don't need it
playing two-up on you're window sill
with a bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter pill

well good luck kid, i tip my head
and hope, hope, hope you don't, don't need it
playing two-up on you're window sill
with a bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter pill

Yeah, Mister Prozac Is Some Pick-Pocket

Neverland never seemed so far,
but yr my second star to the right
of my wrongs

table manners

I'm nothin' but another scar on that steel trap you call a heart.

I know this isn't love but
I sure could use a way out
why do I find out who I'm not
whenever i start to realize who you really are?

If i was giving a nickel everytie i was givin..

cheap handshakes in the pews
&bad-habit's teaching old-friends new tricks
I'd be "drop-dead" rich.
but I'm still yr slightly off-center, rotting, rocking chair - keeping you off balance.
Another antique making his grandiose entrance on yr folks porch,
with a fistful of thorns - with which to draw love.
makes me wonder on where all those 'disregarded door-bells' call home?
- most likely somewhere on my street
where even the fallen leaves that gather like loose change at my feet,
call for second chances which they'll never receive.
because to be like me, is to be an empty bottle -
you'd only keep me as a reminder of a night you can't even remember.
hidden away from the mother's and father's that pretend they don't know you drink yourself to sleep.
"no-one knows you like i do" comes prior to picking you out of the room,
and heading to the well-used rooftops we're only the ghosts of loneliness congregate.
I'm "true-blue" but not in the way the term was intended to be used.
yr eyes are my noose,
but thankfully yr kiss is the blade that cuts through rope and saves my life.
and LOVE is the only word i know that can be broken down into a thousand, and still mean exactly the same thing - every single time.

"lets hear it for headaches"
the ones that come with you
and drop a pill for my debut blues
all puppet strung in love with my own doubts
born "black-belt"
yet to master myself

pocket stare's keep me in check.
and miss "speculum" reflect my head
like a star to my wall
since i don't glow in the dark no more

i will never let you get me down
uh-uh-uptown, and swollen gland
keep my misery a third wheel - we could drive all night
and i want, want to find a way to be with you
as much as i need to find a way to be me, me, me, me

me, me, me and my misery

you could kick, kick, my head offside
before i draw up my lines
starry-eyed teens tipping hats on the streets
infamy's few and far between

lonely road, back and forth i go
oh, i'll hang my head-ached head on your bed stand
don't keep safe that golden band
cause i'm no, no, no, no, yes-man

i will never let you get me down
uh-uh-uptown, and swollen gland
keep my misery a third wheel - we could drive all night
and i want, want to find a way to be with you
as much as i need to find a way to be me, me, me, me

me, me, me and my misery

homesick for nights spent on my own
these friends i grew up with never felt more alone
whenever i let loose my blue-eyed soul
i can't recall you ever wanting to call
you'd only call it quits,
you'd only call it quits



i will never let you get me down
uh-uh-uptown, and swollen gland
keep my misery a third wheel - we could drive all night
and i want to find a way to be with you
as much as i need to find a way to be me, me, me, me

me, me, me and my misery

Grave Or Gold, (She's Still A World Class Digger)

i woke up in a cradle like a casket with you
to "true blue"s,
and "baby boy rests his head"s.
I'll still bloom into you're room
with more poise than he ever could.

you can keep telling yourself I'm not your only one
but, good luck, finding sucker number...?
I won't bother you, any more, than you bothered to care.
broken record mend my head

'cause yellow brick road, you're only a way home
and there's no place like on my own
"tin head" till do us part
in the sense you're falling in love, or falling apart

they say "you're on fire."
but the kid casts tears on umbrella smiles
and i'm the press, cameras out, waiting to catch you burn up, on arrival

you can keep telling yourself I'm not your only one
but, good luck, finding sucker number...?
I won't bother you, any more, than you bothered to care.
broken record mend my head

'cause yellow brick road, you're only a way home
and there's no place like on my own
"tin head" till do us part
in the sense you're falling in love, or falling apart

Oz

say this city never sleeps, then since when did we?
dry my eyes, oil my heart
"tin head", till do us part
just lost another part of me, in you
like heartache in the hospital emergency room
then
my old boardwalk blues built yellow brick roads
there's no place like home,
there's no place like on my own
so stop, drop dead, and roll another cigarette
signing off.
casket chest.

mister prozac

If I'm (home suite or
honeymoon) in a glass room,
my jealousy threw stones to it.
i press my head against a star,
so i can be somebody
to wish upon

i'm slipping through my village green,
blues


all ALPHAholic's to AManonymous,
and "kiss, kiss my good name" goodbye's
tired out theriac eyes,
so they call me "mister prozac"

step two's, somewhat a doozy
when i'm one foot in the gurney,
and your one foot in my head
st-st-st-stepping all over me, all over again

and

no-no-nostalgia's hell on the exit
to your window ledge
but if i say so myself
loneliness don't get much better than this

i'm slipping through my village green,
blues


all ALPHAholic's to AManonymous,
and "kiss, kiss my good name" goodbye's
tired out theriac eyes,
so they call me "mister prozac"

whoa oh,
whoa oh, oh, oh, oh
whoa oh,
whoa oh, oh, oh, oh

whoa oh,
whoa oh, oh, oh, oh
whoa oh,
whoa oh, oh, oh, oh



all ALPHAholic's to AManonymous,
and "kiss, kiss my good name" goodbye's
tired out theriac eyes,
so they call me "mister prozac"

all ALPHAholic's to AManonymous,
and "kiss, kiss my good name" goodbye's
tired out theriac eyes,
so they call me "mister prozac"

all ALPHAholic's to AManonymous,
and "kiss, kiss my good name" goodbye's
tired out theriac eyes,
so they call me "mister prozac"

Hoyer Lift My Head

remember when we took our chances,
on shots in the hospital,
with whatever we could get our hands on?

and with white coats spewin' blue notes from troubled throats,
i knew a diary couldn't keep this down
so i wrote it out on the patient charts
of lover's charmed by a bouquet of a

standing ovation,
no, no, no, no, no, no chaser's

what an applause.
you lived a life worth living for
sleep well
while this sleepless town
will never let me live you..

what an applause.
you lived a life worth living for
sleep well
while this sleepless town
will never let me live you down

three cheers for third stories
and the hope yr tear catcher eyes catch me
hoyer lift my head off the sidewalk
and here's to you comin' back:

"someone to write home about"

what an applause.
you lived a life worth living for
sleep well
while this sleepless town
will never let me live you..

what an applause.
you lived a life worth living for
sleep well
while this sleepless town
will never let me live you down

"Esio Trot."

trading in golden years for pillbox rings, anything to help nod off his teens.
your fey words fall on deaf ears, cos' it's not growing up, it's giving in.
never saw myself a chip off the old block,
I'm more or less the shoddy plank that let the ship down,
and everyone else.
my one love - another notch in your belt.

we're alone, and it shows
teens leaking from the sockets of our prefect eyes, oh
leading me in
to another night spent on my own

step one, somewhat a doosie
tripping on your folks porch in the evening
to running nosebleeds along the coastline in a gurney
just to see
my best friends again
and rosy red debutante's saving their lips
for a rainy day, and well

we're alone, and it shows
teens leaking from the sockets of our prefect eyes, oh
leading me in
to another night spent on my own

growing up's just going down with half the grace -
so i cast my flatline off the pier, and caught my summer love in flames
i jumped chest first into this one -
ear mark the shortness of breath in my lungs
and turn my face to the sun

we're alone, and it shows
teens leaking from the sockets of our prefect eyes, oh
leading me in
to another night spent on my own

we're alone, and it shows
teens leaking from the sockets of our prefect eyes, oh
leading me in
to another night spent on my own
xx

Senorita Omeaga

"dream catcher", catch her ha, ha, happiness
on the window ledge of her widow head
aches hang beside my bedside blues
making manners out of matters of you're holy truth

light up that cigarette
angel you'll be in heaven soon
but no, i won't be there to greet you
cos' you know you're the ghost of sleeplessness
when Z's mark off my calendar's

on you're lipstick, i can taste persistence
so bootstrap you're teens back to his suite
with him and you're in, in, in, in
innocence intact

i will never know
what goes on inside you're head
but i fall more in love,
every time you fall apart

every last time third times the charm
and you're two off, a one night stand
off between the boy i am
and the man i should have been

on you're lipstick, i can taste persistence
so bootstrap you're teens back to his suite
with him and you're in, in, in, in
innocence intact

i will never know
what goes on inside you're head
but i fall more in love,
every time you fall apart

Yr gossip mouth gets me off

pawn shop heart, trade me up