Sober to Death

Lovely lovely

In your jeans, frenzy

Another movie that I didn't watch with you

Another movie and I'm gonna have to move

That final terror is in your house somewhere

Hiding in boxes, behind closed doorways

Out from the forest adjacent to your garage

I've seen its marks at the corner of your eyes

Nothing works

Nothing works for everyone

Good stories are bad lives

Good stories are bad lives

Take your hands off your neck and hold

On to the ghost of my body

You know that good lives make bad stories

You can text me

When punching mattresses gets old

Don't think it'll always be this way

Not comforted by anything I say

We were wrecks before we crashed into each other

Such a good idea

If it turns you on

We have breakdowns

And sometimes we don't have breakdowns

I want to hear you going psycho

If you're going psycho I wanna hear

Every conversation just ends with you screaming

Not even words, just ahh-ahh-ahh

Take your hands off your neck and hold

On to the ghost of my body

You know that good lives make bad stories

You can text me

When punching mattresses gets old

What if it'll always be this way

Not comforted by anything you say

We were wrecks before we crashed into each other

Don't worry you and me won't be alone no more [x12]