I'm in love with the world, Through the eyes of a girl, Who's still around the morning after. - Elliott Smith

Your hand on his arm, the hay stack charm around your neck, strung out and thin, calling some friend trying to cash some check, he's acting dumb, that's what you've come to expect. * I can't beat myself
I can't beat myself
And I don't want to talk.
I'm taking the cure so I can be quiet
Whenever I want.
So leave me alone
You ought to be proud that I'm getting good marks.

This is the place you end up when you lose the chase,
Where you're dragged against your will from a basement on a hill,
And all anybody knows, is you're not like them,
So they kick you in the head...and send you back to bed.

I'm a roman candle
My head is full of flames
I want to hurt him
I want to give him pain
And make him feel this pretty burn.