[wrinkly nose]

i know that it burns like poison in the pill.

sing me to sleep, echoes in the hills.

you can't hear a word; you can't hear my broken will.

turn out the light

let's call it off, let's take the memories and run.

i'll be the villain, the man with the smoking gun.

i guess this is goodbye. so have a nice life.

see you at the replay lounge.

bad liar

your ghost is haunting the alleyways.

maybe you don't know you're dead.

your ghost

i see clearly now, never will escape: once we took the time to make a beautiful mistake.

baby, i'll take this all forever.

tonight i'll see with clarity, right where we belong: never would go wrong.

beautiful mistake

to free who you were before, find what you're looking for.

lose everything, but you do it again.

secret concealed in the wheat fields: there's a mystery to this history.

a small crusade

the lines of history became the scenery.

strictly an accessory, and image to uphold.

but it's all in fun and sin, until someone calls it in.

the cycle comes around again - but i'm older now, and don't ya know:

i've figure out the antidote.

the spoils of the spoiled

it's vivid and strong in my memory: an absence that smacks of abandoning.

it led to the battle that ultimately destroyed us.

from california

someone ruined my daydream.

aren't you spoiled enough as it is?

whatever you're saying won't bring anyone closer to this.

worse for the wear

maybe the sin isn't where we begin; don't want to rush indiscretion.

don't want remorse to be drowned in the shore - this isn't the class, just a lesson.

start with a story you don't want to tell of the time when you may have been reckless.

you may have been young and foolish then, but so... so...

calendar days

some might say it's overrated, staring at their shoes.

your arrows don't have poison but they bruise.

i can't make peace with you.

all my heart is on these pages, open to abuse.

i should try to be dishonest, but i lose.

i can't make peace with you.

poison in the ink

oh, new amsterdams... just narrate my life, why don't you.