Keep a black and white facsimile Of everything that has been simmering Self-help hospital It's okay, I'm breathing Self-help hospital I stitched this gown all by myself Maxed out escape velocity To throw myself out of the suicide door I don't know what I was thinking Keep a black and white facsimile Of everything that has been simmering Print it off to the secretary They'll put it in with my itinerary Built my own suit of plot armour Out of every little thing that I did wrong My writer's credibility is under scrutiny But why else would this story be named after me If I died before the end? Keep a black and white facsimile Of everything that has been simmering Print it off to the secretary They'll put it in with my itinerary Lit at both ends I'm breathing I'll breathe out I'll breathe in Lit at both ends Can I get high off this thing I just need something To breathe out Every little thing I do has to have some reason Keep a black and white facsimile Of everything that has been simmering Print it off to the secretary They'll put it in with my itinerary Holy shit I'm freaking out And everyone tells me that's fine But I'm not so sure I don't fuckin' know I'm not a doctor Just help me out I might love myself in that But, anyways...

Can hardly hear ya Over the cadence Then I lose ya In the crowd Were ya even there In the first place? Solipsistically misplaced How much it mean, ya bet it all on me When you knew the dollar'd fall drastically? Exsanguinate 'til you emulate The same feelin' as startin' Back over, 'cause 'til you're Doin' that it's over It seems clear to me There's been A recession in how How much you value me Bet should I inhabit Your brain for a day You'd be frustratingly stuck in the place that I wanna be You're a record you ain't gotta flip I'm the tape tangled next to it Maybe something interesting if you could manage to fix it Queen city blues Pacific city blues Cold cola gonna cafeinate every bit of me that as of yet felt great Take me down to the hoosegow thinkin' I'll be cool stayin' put Check books and your pens are bleedin', “maybe later honey”s Exotic wager, a quinella on me I might not finish the race but I escape out the back door Bet should I inhabit Your brain for a day You'd be frustratingly stuck in the place that I wanna be You're a record you ain't gotta flip I'm the tape tangled next to it Maybe something interesting if you could manage to fix it Queen city blues Pacific city blues How ya feelin How ya feelin on a day like this? Blue Skies, cold air crisp And there I am Past the line Past the line in like fourth or fifth Damn And now your money's gone and I'm gone, gone, too And now your money's gone and I'm gone, gone, too And if you leave your lane you know you'll leave it all behind You'll leave it behind Can hardly hear ya Over the cadence Then I lose ya In the crowd How much it mean, ya bet it all on me When ya knew the dollar'd fall drastically? It seems clear to me It seems clear to me I think ya don't like me Bet should I inhabit Your brain for a day You'd be frustratingly stuck in the place that I wanna be You're a record you ain't gotta flip I'm the tape tangled next to it Maybe something interesting if you could manage to fix it Queen city blues Pacific city blues Queen city blues, won't you please take me back around the Queen city blues

Country song about this Red, old, stoned, gonna get it By it's own long road And every desert home They're all howlin' on Singin' 'bout right like if they don't that it's wrong Fight on the balcony While keys play in ecstacy And in the end country gonna give up its nationhood You're practicin' Da Vinci sleep Polyphasic patterns 'cause you hate to sleep Not really how he intended But that's okay, he didn't do it anyway High at the beach party You hate it 'cause you hate the high And you kinda hate the sun And you kinda just hate everyone else Live the postcard You're trying to, so damn hard And Jessie Things are looking bad It won't look pretty Next to how it used to be Didn't cotton to this Didn't cotton to much of anything Jessie You're not on your own Jessie You're not on your own Forensically sketched Jesus Still probably ain't what he Or she looked like But that don't mean That the first one still it ain't wrong And you're kinda laughin' At just how wrong And how apt it is that it's wrong You ain't got room for God in your heart 'Cause you ain't got room for God in your brain And them two are best friends Even if it don't always seem that way Sometimes when you're in your car You're driving fast, you're driving far And you turn on your favourite song It bleeds into your second favourite song A canticle you adopt for your own damn self And Jessie Things are looking bad It won't look pretty Next to how it used to be Didn't cotton to this Didn't cotton to much of anything Jessie You're not on your own Jessie You're not on your own *jam out, heck ya* Oh, and Jessie Things are looking bad It won't look pretty Next to how it used to be Didn't cotton to this Didn't cotton to much of anything Jessie You're not on your own Jessie You're not on your own You're not on your own

Put on your nightcap We'll wake you when we get there This train is careening And I'm crushed against the pain of who's next to me I needed you To tell me That it's not the thing I think it is Clamouring fool Of a conductor Or maybe I just got on the wrong train It's getting hard to remember Why can't I breathe? Why can't I breathe? Why can't I-- I needed you To tell me That it's not the thing I think it is x4 *jam jammity jam out* I needed you To tell me That it's not the thing I think it is

You were busy singin', the night away While stiffs in their black suits all disagreed On what chyron to use To describe you So perfectly succint I don't think it can be done Oh, and Potsy I know you think you're alone But I heard you, from my bedroom Oh, and Potsy I know you think you're alone But I heard you, from my bedroom Somewhere in Washington I thought of you From a bedroom in a hostel You were loud and clear Some things change, some things don't I bet you're still howlin' at the moon About something or other or maybe the same thing Oh, and Potsy I know you think you're alone But I heard you, from your bedroom Oh, and Potsy I know you think you're alone But I heard you, from your bedroom

All I wanna be is calm That I'm saying that at all Means I ain't, and I hate that, man Gonna need some kinda better plan Sabre rattling, when someone strikes you You're parryin', but you'll be rattlin', too It's not ideal, but I hafta deal You're not holdin' out, you're just buyin' time You'll be outta here in no time It's obvious, man We're at some kinda crossroads here You're the driver And I can't see through your windshield We ain't at rock bottom But we're somewhere in the water column Submerged, we can't breathe So, how we gonna-- White flag, white flag Oh, I wanna take you down Oh, I wanna take you down T-take you down And be, like... Deconstruction day Sorry, shouldn't've brought it up, shoulda torn it down It's a poulticed wound Gonna couch you 'til the cows come through Eventually, the wreck becomes Somethin', something meaningful Best make sure the water's shallow So when we sink we can swim to shore Or else we're gonna Go down It's obvious, man We're at some kinda crossroads here You're the driver And I can't see through your-- White flag, white flag Oh, I wanna take you down Oh, I wanna take you down T-take you down And be, like...

Do you think you're ever gonna change? Do you think you're better off this way? I think you're under I think you're under the influence Of everything that's ever changed About what could remain the same I think you're under I think you're under the influence... *horns!*

Don't bilk to this You owe me this Stroke of the state Stroke of genius I don't doubt your Intelligence I just doubt how You're using it But, this ain't going to placate All the things 'been keepin' ya up so late There's a devil in the Garden State Keepin' sane as a bridge and tunnel saint And I have a tendency To think catastrophically It wrecks everything I do because I'm always breaking my own heart I'm always breaking my own heart Rather than Leading a Life in which I don't have to I don't have to But, this ain't going to placate All the things 'been keepin' me up so late There's a devil in the Garden State Keepin' sane as a bridge and tunnel saint Torch lit out of a corpse flower Hold it high, they're gonna listen to ya Polysyllabic, are you speaking clear enough Trippin' on the centre line rumble strip People talkin' like this must be it Spill a drink on your name on a pull-over jersey *jam out! woo!* But, this ain't going to placate All the things 'been keepin' ya up so late There's a devil in the Garden State Keepin' sane as a bridge and tunnel saint