| Lyric | Song |
|---|
| There are rooms in this house that I don't open any more, | |
| I could be If we’re both still lonely when we’re old | |
| The world is full of ugly things that you can't change / Pretend it's not that way. That's my idea of faith. | |
| It's four in the morning. Mother don't know that I'm going far away, | |
| Christmas came around, yeah, and everything was going to crap | |
| I see that there is evil, and I know that there is good. And the inbetweens I've never understood. | |
| I swore I was listening, but I started drifting around the part about me acting my age. | |
| I whisper through my donut / 'Hey baby baby light that ass on fire' | |
| I won't be your bitch anymore and follow you 'round and hold the door | |
| Says here an astronaut put on a pair of diapers / Drove eighteen hours to kill her boyfriend | |
| Down by Rosemary and Cameron she hands out the Bhagavad Gita. | |
| It seems the police had made a computer mistake. I said 'There must be thousands like me with the same name.' | |
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