there€™s no quick fix
you gotta take your licks
strange times long lines
there are no clean cups
you gotta mess it up
to see why you cry
i can€™t stay home at night
i€™m drawn out like a moth to lamplight
do I speak or hold you tight?
the words were voted out by a landslide
come on now
you gotta try it out
you€™re killing time
you€™re killing mine
don€™t go, i€™ll never know
when you€™re away, i sleep all day
nothing works and thinking hurts
you belong to me
in my dreams