I'm not as ticklish as I used to be
Some coffee and a haircut is all that I need
Prove myself for a dollar and sixty cents
Spin our little circles and away we ran
I can't remember anything before
Funny tragedies and sleeping on the floor
I don't think that I could make it up
Saturday night breakfast, it's just my luck
Emotions are feelings that pulse
Happiness is not one of those
It goes too f*cking fast, much faster than my heart
Sadness is too slow to go
I feel like a flash light in the day time, a painting in the dirt, delicious soup prepared under water
Give me your wishes and I will go
Give me a kiss and I will go
You've got your little embassy inside of me
Beside my liver and on top of my brain
Getting drunk and having dreams, my specialty
Twenty five dollars for what's left of me
Fifteen bucks for what's left of me
Get it out of my sight, you can have it for free