a remix of your guts, your insides x-rayed

we must have the best coats, tell the best jokes

i'm two quarters and a heart down and i don't wanna forget how your voice sounds

and there's another around to help us bend your trust

i woke up in my shoes again but somewhere you exist, singing

and there's a jet black crow droning on and on and on, up above our heads droning on and on and on

plant palm trees on lake michigan before it gets cold

i'm a young one stuck in the thoughts of an old one's head

i don't have the right name or the right looks, but i have twice the heart

and you can kill me, kill me or let god sort 'em out

too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores

i hope you choke on those words that kiss that bottle, confess (so bury me in memory)

and you're the only place that feels like home

so let's fade away together one dream at a time

i guess somehow we made it back with a few dreams of ours still intact

woah, where did the party go? we're ending it on the phone

and there's a drug in the thermostat to warm the room up

walking off that stage tonight, i know what you're thinking

all the yes-men said, "no comment," my mouth got going the wrong way and all the calls started snowing

what i got will make you feel more alive

the tombstones were waiting, they were half engraved, they knew it was over, they just didn't know the date

what good comes of something when i'm just the ghost of nothing?

my 9 to 5 is cutting open old scars again and again 'til i'm stuck in your head

the tombstones were waiting, they were half engraved, they knew it was over, they just didn't know the date

and when you ask, you ask me how i'm doing like you know, you know how much better off i am

i wanna see the dirt under your skin, i need your broken promises

turn this up, i'll tune you out, another night alone in the city

self-sabotage at best, under your spell

supra and the prophet are both in the business of souls

so put your hands in the air and don't make a sound, but don't get the wrong idea, we're gonna shoot you, we're gonna shoot you

we're gonna die, it's just a matter of time, hard times come, good times go

sometimes we take chances, sometimes we take pills

and why put a new address on the same old loneliness?

we will own your thoughts, we'll own the songs stuck in your head, we'll leave you kicking and screaming so you can thank us in the end

the only girl who ever gave me the time was the one who only wanted five minutes of mine

this is a black, black ski mask song, so put all of your anger on

and i lived so much life, lived so much life, i think that god is gonna have to kill me twice

i found the cure to growing older

i know you've heard this all before, but we're just hell's neighbors

in my dreams, trees grow all over the streets

welcome to the demolition derby that is my heart

an alligator prince with crocodile tears, too many to count

it's true romance is dead, i shot it in the chest then in the head

we're the kids you used to love, but then we grew old

though i carried carats for everyone to see

we're the therapists pumping through your speakers, delivering just what you need

this conversation's been dead on arrival

sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse

and no, don't tell me you cried, oh, honey, you don't have to lie

the kids are all wrong, the story's all off