nervous young man bot

i want a face like that!

the early bird catches the worm...and i have...worms in fishhooks...and dogs in dog-traps...and cats in cat-traps. but baby, i still feel like i can't get outta something...

but you can’t go out the way you came in in the arms of someone unaware of your sins because i’ve been recording this whole fucking thing now you can never use the same chord changes again

i’d like to know you better but the fears and social pressure that’s affecting my affections

i’ve heard i talk in my sleep but my voice is too weak to hear the words i say

mother shook me by the shoulders, said 'you’re ruining your life!' i’m sorry that your bright young boy is dying

there’s a beautiful score i’ll never hear when my vision blurs, it rings in my ears i must be saved i must be saved before the end

but i never asked for immunity that’s the difference between you and me all i wanted was someone who was just like me and i hate myself for that

the time has come to feel good about yourself you have your own skin and bones to call yourself

back from the sandstorms back to looking at myself in the mirror

i don’t mean much without you you’re the other person in the room

my ghost sleeps on the floor he can't sleep cause there's music next door

promise me you’ll go inside when i leave i don’t want you hanging around please don’t fight, please don’t argue i’m just looking out for you

and i hope i can change i am dying, i hope i can change but oh my god, it’s so hard and what if this is who i am

but as i get old i find i can’t trust my own mind and your words all break down into laughter

and i guess i can see why it wants to hit but i am not a light though i am lit

that’s not bad, man, keep going, you can do it, you already did it! you can make no mistakes, you’re perfect, you totally got this! just shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up with all these bad vibes, all this yelling! just shut up!

everybody hates a clown, everybody dies and drowns everybody throws a party, everybody throws a funeral

little claudia, i can’t speak your language and i don’t mean to be unkind

and if your luggage is lost, you can leave without it and if you run out of drugs, you can sleep without 'em, i know you can!