I am the key to the lock in your dressThat keeps

Want to changeWhat a precious virtueLike the rainWant to do this

If i'm gonna talkI just want to talkNo evaluationsNo deliberationsTearing me

into this paper bagGo home and stop grinning at everyoneBlow

wine and sleeping pillsHelp me get back to your

police, arrest this manHe talks in maths, he buzzes

get home from workAnd you're still standing in your

getting sort of worriedLike the time of life I've

him out the windowDragging out your deadSinging "I miss

1. Lift2. Follow Me Around3. Big Boots (aka Man o’ War)4.

might be wrong, I might be wrongI could have

I hate these flaming curtains they're not the color of your

is the placeSit down, you're safe nowYou've been stuck

of houses all bearing down on meI can feel

Take off the foo-fooTake off the clout chaseTake off the Wi-FiTake

reach out, don't reach outDon't reach out, don't reach outDon't

the next world warIn a jackknifed juggernautI am born

motorways, and tram-linesStarting and then stoppingTaking off and landingThe

could you stop the noise?I'm trying to get some

me one of those daysWhen the sky is California