| Lyric | Song |
| Memories mar my mind... | |
| Thinking on you in the final throes - this is when my buzzer goes... | |
| 'Side from Sammy you're my best black Jew... | |
| And no, I'm not ashamed, but the guilt will kill you - if she don't first... | |
| I should just be my own best friend, not f*** myself in the head with stupid men... | |
| He said 'I just think you're depressed - kiss me, yeah baby, and go rest'... | |
| So she kisses the man she misses: the man he longs to be... | |
| And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside... | |
| He still stands in spite of what his scars say and I'll battle 'til this bitter finale... | |
| That silent sense of content that everyone gets just disappears soon as the sun sets... | |
| You gotta call the green man so I can get mine and you get yours... | |