Lyrics

1. How Much Longer
Drag this neurotic to hysterics. Leave him balked and unfulfilled, holding inside outwardly patient 'till the time he'll call it. Alluring exotic twisted hero. Leaving him more lonely still. He waits around he's spun around and left without the power to stop it. Peers don't know what they can't see. They can't see inside of me. It's sickening how comforting the privacy of the mind can be. How much longer will I try before I realize I'm desperate in the situation that I'm in again. I'm exhausting, yet another topic I've exhausted frequently with no regrets. Abstruse and lacking rational, but making so much sense somehow. A stone has blocked my hourglass, no progress made no time's run out. I'd almost rather have the latter Save myself with sad defeat. A stone just broke my hourglass I peel the skin that had me trapped. Peers don't know what they can't see. They can't see inside of me. It's sickening how comforting the privacy of the mind can be. How much longer will I try before I realize I'm desperate in the situation that I'm in again. I'm exhausting, yet another topic I've exhausted frequently with no regrets. How much longer will I try before I realize I'm desperate in the situation that I'm in again. I'm exhausting, yet another topic I've exhausted frequently with no regrets.

2. Inside Out
I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rhines. But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside. I would swallow my doubt, turn it inside out, find nothing but faith in nothing. Want to put my tender heart in a blender. Watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion. Rendezvous then I'm through with you. I burn, burn like a wicker cabinet. Chalk white and oh so frail. I see our time had gotten stale. The tick tock of the clock is painful. All sane and logical. I want to tear it off the wall. I hear words and clips and phrases. I think sick like ginger ale. My stomach turns and I exhale. I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rhines. But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside. I would swallow my doubt, turn it inside out, find nothing but faith in nothing. Want to put my tender heart in a blender. Watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion. Rendezvous then I'm through with you. So Cal is where my mind states, but it's not my state of mind. I'm not as ugly sad as you. Or am I origami. Folded up and just pretend, demented as the motives in your head. I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rhines. But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside. I would swallow my doubt, turn it inside out, find nothing but faith in nothing. Want to put my tender heart in a blender. Watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion. Rendezvous then I'm through with you. (Rendezvous) I alone am the one you don't know you need, take heed feed your ego. Make me blind when your eyes close, sink when you get close, tie me to the bedpost. I alone am the one you don't know you need, you don't know you need me. Make me blind when your eyes close. Tie me to the bedpost. I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rhines. But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside. I would swallow my doubt, turn it inside out, find nothing but faith in nothing. Want to put my tender heart in a blender. Watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion. Rendezvous then I'm through, now I'm through with you. Through with you! Rendezvous, then I'm through with you.

3. Leech
Tell those stories to me. I'm dying to hear the things you've done and seen. Farfetched as they may be. You strike a smile in me. Your stories ring of perjury. Construed with self empowering theme. Suckin' on my brain you're the teacher, I'm the student. Turning things around, your story's not congruent. Tabloid, decoys, pitiful excuses. Turning things around. You're turning things around. A manic stunning scene. I'm taking notes, you're taking me away into your false reality. I know your comfort lies in lying to try to make your life make sense. But you're not making sense. Suckin' on my brain you're the teacher, I'm the student. Turning things around, your story's not congruent. Tabloid, decoys, pitiful excuses. Turning things around. You're turning things around. I'd say it aloud but I'm not aloud. I see your head spin round and round. Broken record talk tonight, skip that needle, back and forth on your mind, Wearing out unconvincing lies. Like a seedling dropped from an old oak tree, your shade don't hide no sun from me. Fake stories humor me. It's graduation time. I love you like a mother. Suckin' on my brain you're the teacher, I'm the student. Turning things around, your story's not congruent. Tabloid, decoys, pitiful excuses. Turning things around. You're turning things around.

4. Showerhead
Good cheap shot, hocked straight to the ear drum. Is it some sick sign of affection? Violated and signed with deceit. Disgust from my head, to my hands, to me feet. Your face, it gives a foul taste. Whether smiling, crying, or denying, I see your motives, and you're charged with fraud by me. So take the hint and leave. I loved you while he was in you in the shower. Did in joy and ecstasy your eyes begin to water. And if I may stop by when you're living in the next town ten years down the road. A good time for a dime, and a crushed cigarette, making bets with your body on the avenue. Look into my eyes, you say, and you'll see nothing but sincerity. Almost as if you've got some hope that you'll enlighten me. You're a head case story. I loved you while he was in you in the shower. Did in joy and ecstasy your eyes begin to water. I loved you while he was in you in the shower. Did in joy and ecstasy. Did in joy and ecstasy. Just trust me you said. Just trust me you said. Just trust me you said. Just trust me you said. I say No. I loved you while he was in you in the shower. Did in joy and ecstasy your eyes begin to water. I loved you while he was in you in the shower. Did in joy and ecstasy? Did in joy and you enjoy?

5. Open Road Song
Tonight I feel ambitious and so does my foot, as it sinks on the pedal. I press it to the floor. I don't need a girl, don't need a friend, cause my friend lonesome's unconditional. We're flying forever bored. And for a moment, I love everything that I see and think and feel. I love my broken side view mirror. Cause it's so perfect. I'm so perfect. You're so perfect. You're not here. I hear the change in gears. My pile shakes, as I hit eighty on the open road. This is an open road song. The night is beckoning, although I have nowhere to go but home. Feels good to be alone. With every turn comes a new frame of mind, if I could frame my mind, where would it hang? My pile shakes, as I hit eighty on the open road. My pile shakes, as I hit eighty on the open road. My pile shakes, as I hit eighty on the open road. This is an open road song. I crack a window, and feel the cool air cleanse my every pore, as I pour my poor heart out. To a radio song that's patient and willing to listen. My volume drowns it out. But that's O.K. cause I sound better than him anyway, any day. Yeah my voice is sweet as salt. I search for comfort and I find it where I've found it many times before. Times before can be forgotten. My pile shakes, as I hit eighty on the open road. My pile shakes, as I hit eighty on the open road. My pile shakes, as I hit eighty on the open road. This is an open road song.

6. Jesus Nitelite
Your eyes shine bright, like a Jesus nitelite. I'd like to touch your positive vibes. Indifferent eyes won't give me the time. May I help put aside your moral fiber? You're dressed in white, my face is white. I'd like to be a colorful sight to see. I'm only here in a background. Here on the ground lays my head. I sleep and then I wake, make sounds, and go to bed, and wake again. The time is right, but I feel all wrong. It wastes away until it's gone. The time is right, but I feel all wrong. It fades away and now you're gone. The time is right, but still I feel all wrong. It wastes away and now you're gone. You're walking by. I'm standing by. Behind the light. I'm standing by. By and By. The time is right, but I feel all wrong. It wastes away and until its gone. The time is right, but I feel all wrong. It fades away and now you're gone. The time is right. But still I feel all wrong. It wastes away until its gone, now its gone, here we go.

7. Superhero Girl
Well here is me on tragedy. I always want what's out of reach. She pulls dyed black hair back and sighs. Fuck that night out with the guys. I never get a word in with them, anyway. The telephone doesn't scare me anymore. You're home, and I am here alone, my dear. Always stupidly sarcastic, my hyper spastic superhero girl. Superhero girl. So break the bruised monogamy. And let him fade to memory. Your erotic, wet, atomic eyes, keep reoccurring in my mind. Do me a favor, please, and touch your lips to mine. The telephone doesn't scare me anymore. You're home, and I am here alone, my dear. Always stupidly sarcastic, my hyper spastic superhero girl. Superhero girl. Superhero girl. Superhero girl. G-Girl. She pulls dyed black hair back and sighs. Fuck that night out with the guys. I never get a word in with them, anyway (them anyway). The telephone doesn't scare me anymore. You're home, and I am here alone, my dear. Always stupidly sarcastic, my hyper spastic... You know the telephone doesn't scare me anymore. You're home, and I am here alone, my dear. Always stupidly sarcastic, my hyper spastic. Superhero girl. Superhero girl. Superhero girl! Super-hero girl!

8. Tongue Tied
One thousand faces all look the same. They're all so boring, mild, and tame. Contaminate him, knock off his glasses. Teach him to tamper with the cloning process. Pardon me sir, can I ask you a favor? Make me a cowboy like my next door neighbor. Pardon me sir, can I use your eraser? To remove my brain of unconventional nature. Take my tongue. It's cocked and loaded. The board has dubbed you special student. Sit alone, sweat in silence. We don't tolerate defiance. One thousand paces lead to the gate. They're all so boring, mild, sedate. You hear me say this don't make any sense. As I hop up and over the fence. Take my tongue. It's cocked and loaded. The board has dubbed you special student. Sit alone, sweat in silence. We don't tolerate defiance. Hooked on nicotine and phonics. Fun like macro economics. Still and quiet, like they taught us. Fun like macro economics. Vigilante thoughts and a cheap guitar. I am my own movie star. I don't know you. I don't want to. I don't know you. I don't want to. Take my tongue. It's cocked and loaded. You've been dubbed the special student. Sit alone, sweat in silence. We don't tolerate defiance. Vigilante thoughts and a cheap guitar. I am my own movie star. I don't know you. I don't want to. I don't know you and I don't want to.

9. Saturday Night
Saturday night burns a redness on my face. I tasted you, you tasted me, you were never my taste. Now you're left alone, with precious thoughts. Of half assed half an hour stops. And talk so small, I can't remember every saying a word. Laced with thick naivet�. Firm delusions can't be swayed. Tell yourself you're happy. We both know the truth. It's false behind the dirty talk, the dirty sheets, the sexy walk. Your eyes are closed, your heart is open wide, and that's no good. There is something up my sleeve. There is nothing in-between. You and me, that you can't see. So beg my pardon. Honesty's a virtue that can hurt you, let it be. The thought that counts is counting down the minutes 'till I leave. When I do you'll be looking for security in words. Though you know that you won't get it for the better, for the worse. There is something up my sleeve. There is nothing in-between. You and me, that you can't see. So beg my pardon. I apologize for me. Then I'm back in a couple weeks. I'm too weak to help it. Don't know how to end it. I apologize for me. There is something up my sleeve. There is nothing in-between. You and me, that you can't see. So beg my pardon. There is something up my sleeve. There is nothing in-between. You and me, that you can't see. So beg my pardon.

10. There's a Face
There's a face I know too well. I see it every time I look in the mirror. No I don't kiss and tell, I'll tell you after I betrayed you. Supersonic boy sweating sin. The pillar that I'm melting on will prove you wrong. Keep your lips sealed this just in. You're speeding up the ticker of a walking time bomb. Time's up, stand up, face the Muzac. Smile wide, step outside. Click your sticks and cast a spell that'll suck my saliva like water from a well. I try to do what's right, what's right ain't right enough for you tonight. I see, you're displeased a middle finger response I'll try to appease. I'm sorry, don't be mad, but ask me what I'm sorry for and I won't have an answer. Time's up, stand up, face the Muzac. Smile wide, step outside. Look me in the eye, and let 'em flow again. Lies on the rocks with a twist of desperation. Look me in the eye, and let 'em flow again. Lies on the rocks with a twist of desperation. Look me in the eye, and let 'em flow again. Lies on the rocks with a twist of desperation. Look me in the eye, and let 'em flow again. Lies on, lies on, lies. Time's up, stand up, face the Muzac. Smile wide, step outside. Time's up, stand up, face the Muzac. Smile wide, step outside. (There's a face I know too well. I see it every time I look in the mirror. No I don't kiss and tell, I'll tell you after I betrayed you.)

11. Small Town Trap
Suffocate from lack of stimulation. Television time. Gonna break with every bead of sweat. My heart rate seems to climb. My friend and I stick to the tired couches. Please pass the time. I found a dime under the corner cushion. Wishing it was some place else, and so do I. So do I. Small town trap, with dreams of breaking out. Here I sit and bake my face is breaking out. Satan's in the living room, choking me with apathy. Small town trap, with dreams of breaking out. Inspire me, cause if you don't think I'll dissipate to dust. The liar in me says something's gonna happen soon because it must. My friend and I stick to the tired couches. Please pass the time. I found a dime under the corner cushion. Wishing it was some place else, and so do I. So do I. Small town trap, with dreams of breaking out. Here I sit and bake my face is breaking out. Satan's in the living room, choking me with apathy. Small town trap, with dreams of breaking out. Community, immunity is the shot I crave. A sleepless sleep, slow motion dream, wanna dig my grave? Time ticks away, on the longest day. Wanna break away on the longest day. Small town trap, with dreams of breaking out. Here I sit and bake my face is breaking out. Satan's in the living room, choking me with apathy. Small town trap, with dreams of breaking out. Small town trap, with dreams of breaking out. Here I sit and bake my face is breaking out. Satan's in the living room, choking me with apathy. Small town trap, with dreams of breaking out. Small town trap, with dreams of breaking out.