for free

we're paralyzed, we apologize;
our hell is a good life.

last went wrong, but where's my prize?
under the lights?
can we call it in?

we'll be on the road.

what i thought it was, it isn't... now.

all we know is to forget how to do right.
coloring in the black hole.

there's a pattern in the system.

that's why i tried to save you.

when we stop, my hands will shake.
my eyes will burn.
my throat will ache.

watching you turn from me toward your friends.

my baby's got the
lonesome lows
don't quite go
away overnight,

just prescribe the blue ones.

if the dizzying highs don't
subside overnight,

just prescribe the red ones.

in hindsight, with primetime talk,
all your pain will end here.

i'd rather give the world away than wake up lonely.

crowd surf off to sea,
float toward the beach.

if you find me, hide me.

i don't know where i've been.


all the babies are tucked away in their beds.
we're out here screaming.

the life that you thought through is gone,
can't want out.
the ending outlasting the mood.

i wake up lonely.

if i'm sorry you lost me,
you better make it quick.

because this call costs a fortune
and it's late where
you live.

please don't be me.
there are so many skirts under the table

none of these long legs are mine.

faces afalling and all i desire is to never be waiting.

if that's a crime,
let's commit it.

it's pathetic, it's impossible
like girls in stilettos,
like girls in stilettos running to run.

bros before hos disagree
on the sidelines
bros before hos is a rule read
the guidelines.
you trouble me.

your breasts heave when you sing.

your mouth should be working for me,
for free.

would you put on the fire for me?
draw me a bath, remind me to eat?
you don't need a real job.

you won't need a real job,

because i would love to pay for you.

done, thought, as i was.
don't elaborate like that.
you'll frighten off the frat boys.

put on your baby talk.

get the line down.