there’s no quick fix
you gotta take your licks
strange times long lines
there are no clean cups
you gotta mess it up
to see why you cry
i can’t stay home at night
i’m drawn out like a moth to lamplight
do I speak or hold you tight?
the words were voted out by a landslide
come on now 
you gotta try it out
you’re killing time
you’re killing mine
don’t go, i’ll never know
when you’re away, i sleep all day
nothing works and thinking hurts
you belong to me
in my dreams