No More Mister Nice Guy
I Love the Dead
I’ve been thinking about it
Now I understand what he said
Ask me now to understand the words that Alice said
I kick the rocks beneath me
I squint at the sun
Sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Why must I be sad?
The rows of dandelions growing all around me
WHy must I be sad?
No one knows these things but me and him
So I’m writing everything down in a spiral notebook
In hopes that one day other people will feel as low as this
Welcome to My Nightmare
Dead Babies
Raped and Freezin’
You Drive Me Nervous
Elected
Generation Landslide
Under My WHeels
Muscle of Love
School’s Out
Only Women Bleed
Billion Dollar Babies