In between Lost in noise Somewhere Somewhere

Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die When all the birds are singing in the sky Now that the spring is in the air Pretty girls are everywhere

You gotta love feeling the warm sun on your back. It's like Mother Nature's putting a sweater on you.

Rescued from a shopping mall Heiress with a little girl's soul Do you think we'll make the papers?

No, this is right. This was never my story, it's yours.

Why doesn't it just do us in and get it over with? Christ, I don't know how much longer I can go on like this.

Afterthoughts are still thoughts. They just come after other thoughts.

Can I ask... a question? What makes you happy? I wonder... what makes you happy... does it make... others happy, too?

Think about neckties, maaan. Neck. Ties. They're tied around your neck! What's next? Torso knots?

At first softly, when the light was dim and the sound was muted, then louder as his shoulders hunched together: his back humped, as though he was trying to get away from it.

All things in moderation, including moderation. That's my recipe for chocolate-chip cookies, maaan.

We'll hike all that way and it'll be putrified or some damn thing. I say forget it. Stay here, it'll have to come up with something pretty soon or we'll die.

If you can't get your jam out of the jar, does that mean you're in a jammed-jam jam?

It's always a good deal to buy something half off. You usually still get the full thing anyway, maaan.

Now that the spring is in the air With the flowers everywhere I wish that we could both be there

You like me better dead, better dead Gun against your head, you like them dead

Yeah, they really want you They really want you, and I do too

You ever heard of the tail wagging the dog? There's no way, maaan. I've done the math.

It's really easy to forget you have toes...until you stub one. Then it's like, "What are these things, man?"

Blue skies and blueberries are happy things. So why is someone "blue" when they're feelin' sad, maaan?

Wanna learn to cook? Try getting good at one recipe, then branch out. From there it's all just spices.

There's something evil on the wing Something wicked is fast approaching Rushing through a hidden wind

And we're searching for your daughter And we're searching for your daughter

Do roosters go back to sleep after they wake everyone up? I mean, they're pretty much done for the day.

I don't see her, but I see her And I know it isn't real, but I fake it anyway

My name is Might-have-been My name is Never-was My name's Forgotten

Every day is the best day of my life, maaan. And I'm not just sayin' that because of the scallops.

The flow of time is always cruel... Its speed seems different for each person, but no one can change it... A thing that doesn't change with time is a memory of younger days...

You. Me. Everyone. We've all got problems. But, man, it's comforting to know we have that in common.

Where the wailing of a baby Meets the footsteps of the dead We're all mad here

Dressed in bishop's robes Terrifies me still in bishop's robes Bastard headmaster

It’s a secret to everybody.

He was saying, "I'm gonna get out, I'm gonna get out ..." over and over.

To Myself, You have been doing a great job delivering the mail. I have a request for my hard-working self. All of the townsfolk have taken refuge. I want myself to flee, too. Even if it is not written on the schedule, I want myself to flee. Please… - From Me

Goodbye to you, my trusted friend We've known each other since we were nine or ten Together we've climbed hills and trees Learned of love and ABC's Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees

I dream in phosphorescence

I wish you had let the Red Bull take me! I wish you had left me to the harpy! I can feel this body DYING all around me!

You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?

lilac and cherry wine no one is ever right

Sarah, go back to your room. Play with your toys and your costumes. Forget about the baby.

Most boys hand you a lie Bragging about big time Not him His actions speak louder than words

lilac and cherry wine no one is ever right

Wait tower Radar's going off I see a small creature Who can barely walk

If you ever need a shoulder to cry on, I'm your otter. Or, like, you could cry on one of my other limbs, I guess.

I AM ERROR.

I don't need much I need a touch

superstitious lies I won't cry I'll just get high

There's dead kids on the road Dead kids in my phone Dead kids, where do they go?

We've got card sharks, pool sharks, loan sharks... Sharks need better vocational training, maaan.

If your philosophy can't be summed up in three words on a T-shirt, maaan, it's just too much work.