I wanna be your happiness. I wanna be your common sense pain.
In polaroids you were dressed in women's clothes Were you made ashamed, why'd you lock them in a drawer? Well, I don't think that I ever loved you more
I tried to pass for nothing But my dreams gave me away
In a coma, you don't dream, you just hope that someone sits with you.
I guess the best that I can do now is to pretend that I've done nothing wrong and to dream about a train that's gonna take me back where I belong
I wanna be a shower in the morning That wakes you up and makes you clean I know I'm just the weather against your window As you sleep through a winter's dream
But you should never be embarrassed by your trouble with living Cause it's the ones with the sorest throats Laura, who have done the most singing.
So I go back and forth forever All my thoughts they come in pairs Oh I will, I won't, I doubt, I don't, I'm not surprised but I never feel quite prepared
Let the poets cry themselves to sleep, and all their tearful words will turn back into steam.
They say it's better to bury your sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to wake from its sleep and burst into green.
My parents ask if I'm alright; I say I've just been staying up too late. I need to sleep I need to do something! To get this awful weight up off my chest, keep her pretty ghost from chasing me!
Well let the poets cry themselves to sleep And all their tearful words will turn back into steam
There's a cat in the window, of the house of my lover. Well she sleeps there alone now, or perhaps with another. Oh I try no to think about that, I try not to think at all!
Ambition, I've found, can lead only to failure. I do not read the reviews. No, I am not singing for you.
Well, I could have been a famous singer If I had someone else's voice But failure's always sounded better Let's fuck it up, boys, make some noise!