Someone
Someone has to fix all this shit.
That someone's probably me, but I don't think I can do it.
I'm so fucking sick, of putting up with this shit,
And just saying screw it.
Well screw this.
I might have said I knew it.

Help me, you were always my best friend.
You were still there, when I wanted life to end.
I don't even know if things have improved since then.
Cause here I am again.
So tell me, what do you think about him?

Knew you wouldn't like it,
Cause you like me.
Can I trust you not to lie to me?
I don't care what it looks like,
Or what you might see.
Before I had them,
You already had me.
And I don't know what I want,
So one of you is gonna have to tell me.

It always comes back to the number three.
My lovers, my lovelies, stay with me.
Someone...

Which Shorty
You can't love two people at once.
Not unless you want to find your heart in the dust.
So why do I love you and yet want him so much?
You can't take me to this place, make me feel this way,
Then look me in the face, and say you don't feel the same way.
Your mouth may say it, but your eyes give you away.
Don't just stand there, looking up at me,
Then be all acting like you don't want to hook up with me.
When you figure out what the hell you want, then go ahead and look up me.
But don't make me feel for you, then say that's something you don't do.
Don't let me into your arms, unless that's what you want too.
Please don't ever make me cry over you.
It's not like you're not something I didn't already do.
God, how can I love you and want him too?
What's wrong with me, that I would fall for someone like you?
I'm all caught up in your shit, and then get this -
God drops an angel down on my head.
Here I'm looking for pain, but I find desire instead.
All this shit is gonna go to my head.
Maybe it's time you and I went back to bed.
Before I go off and jump right in with him instead.
Right now I'm looking at seeing both him and you.
You haven't given me a goddamn clue what I should do
To keep it real with you.
I want him with me, just like I want you.
And now I know that won't be cool.
So what the fuck am I supposed to do?
Fuck him - but I love you.

Can't go Back
Bring him back.
Bring it back.
Take me back - to last Thursday.
He won't come back, and I can't win either way.
It's too much and not enough all at once,
Just to be around him.
I'll be damned if I don't want to fucking jump him.
But I don't want anything stupid to happen again.
And what the fuck am I gonna do about him?
Take me back to when I used to care.
Take me back to that one night when you were really there.
Make me feel like for once I'm really here.
You remind me of a past that's no longer there.
Back when I still believed that I had reasons to care.
Wherever you are - take me there.

No Feeling
If I can't feel you, if I can't see you,
If I can't touch you, then I'll never be with you.
Just once I'd like to feel your fingers round my neck.
Just once I'd like to find you,
But I've got this dream instead.
I haven't yet found a way to tell you,
But inside I'm already dead.
Guess that comes from all the shit you've done to my head.
One more day, I've got to make it someway.
But these things don't just up and go away.
I want you here with me,
But I sure as hell don't want to stay.
It doesn't matter anyway.
Because I'll never ever get away.
You can't help me, but I know I'm going to beg you to.
No one really feels me, but it's not like I really want them to.
Years from now, will this mean anything to you?
I've spent way too much time here,
But I can't leave - although I want to
Kill you.

My Hate Anthem
Once more - I don't know if I've taken too little or too much.
Once more - I don't ever want to feel a man's touch.
Once more - I want to kill her oh so goddamn much.
Once more - It doesn't matter all that much.
Anger will never be enough
To get me out of here.

I want to pluck out your ekyes and pull out your hair.
I want to bang your head against a wall until you tell me that you care
About all the shit that you make happen around here.
And you sit there and you fucking stare.
You know I don't want to be here,
But you don't fucking care.
I don't know how I'm going to get away from here.
If it doesn't happen soon, there will be nothing left of me to care.
Goddamn you to hell, if only he was here.

Mostly Undecided
I feel mostly dead, but I know that I�m alive.
This because of the sensations that even my soul can not hide.
I�ll hold this back, because at some point I�m going to need my pride.
I�m still with you now because it�s already way too late to hide.
I really don�t want to say anything to you,
Not if I might regret it, not if you don�t feel the same way too.
But I can�t just lie, I can�t misdirect, not when I�m with you.
Goddamn me to hell if you don�t feel the way I do.
Things don�t have to be the way you think I want them to.
But then I never really know what you�re thinking,
I doubt even you do.
Come one sexy, smile � just cause I�m with you.
I�m not here to make you do anything you don�t want to.
At some point you�re going to have to tell me what you want me to do.
I can�t only rely on only silent cues from you.
I could always get things wrong, and so could you.

Cocaine Monkey
If I had a monkey
I would name it Minky.
It would be white,
And it would be slinky.
Everywhere I go, I would keep it with me.
And it would scratch you if only to please me.
Minky, the cocaine monkey
When he�s doing meth he�s so much more friendly.

Gentle Suicide
If I was going to kill myself,
If I could choose the way
To die
Then I would strangle myself.
But who the hell could you ever get to strangle you?
And you sure as hell can�t do it yourself.
So it would have to be drugs.
But despite what they tell you,
Drugs do not kill you.
Overkill does. Overdosing. Overusing.
I want to overdose on something.
I want to feel like I�m overusing.
Just to prove that I can still feel something.
I don�t want to be sober for what comes next. Ever.
You can�t tell me that things have gotten better.

Meth...

The drug that keeps me awake, but not bitter.
The stuff that really fucks me up, but makes me feel sober.
Taken, morning, noon or night,
Detachment comes when it is done right.
Nothing matters as you become numb.
You talk all night and still aren't done.
You plan your day around getting some.
I can't think. I'm still too spun.