Pay Me the Debts of Debris

I'm a Mess, I'm an Anchor, I Don't Lie, I'm So Sick of a Rhyme Who Can't Think It Out, I'm Already Dead, It Takes a Dedicated Lover to Bring Me Back to Life Again

All I Needed Was a Girl Who Had All the Senses and Who Could Offer Anything for What She Didn't Need

The World Rarely Forgets Our Sins, So for Seven Days in a Row, We Prayed to the Farthest Stars

I'm Afraid It's Too Late to Tell Anything Sincerely True Now

How Do You Know Your Heart's Going to Light Up the Way You Dream?

We Have Come to the End of Our Time Away, Then There's the Danger That You Might Lose and Come Back Again

When the Sun Goes Down With Rain and the Night Sounds Are Made of Wind, and the Days Turn Into Years and We Don't See the Brighter Side of Life Anymore; So I Walk Myself on a Wire to Get Myself Away From the Darkness of My Childhood Fears

Wish I Wasn't Strong Enough to Save Your Life That One Last Time

Going Down the Throat of Your Undone Memory

I'm Pulling the Wool Over Girls Like a Wet Dog Crawling, Eager to Cash in the Tips and Consign Them to My Intellectual Torture Chamber

To Forget Nightmares Is Harder Than Nourishing Them

Judgmental of the Night When Every Lying Thing Is a Lie

Paranoia Broomstick (I'll Be Your Broom and the Red Trace of the Newest Tattoo on Your Skin)

Sacrifice Your Sperm Bank for the Women You Loved, but Didn't Confess Your Feelings to Them