Oh, I want to kiss you again and again and again I don't know if it's love, the way we play But can we play pretend? Don't pay me no mind Baby, you and I We the broken kind All the pieces to find When Baby, you and I we the broken kind Oh, I want to kiss you again and again and again And again and again I want to take off my skin And press you against every nerve ending All seven trillion lies 'Cause Baby you and I We the broken kind All seven trillion lies Oh, I want to kiss you again and again and again I don't know if it's love, the way we play But can we play pretend? Don't pay me no mind Baby, you and I We the broken kind All the pieces to find When Baby, you and I we the broken kind Oh, I want to kiss you again and again and again I want to take off my skin And press you against every nerve ending All seven trillion lies 'Cause Baby you and I We the broken kind

Once ambitious Once all wax and quills But fortune favored A different game on the same board Fleeced, flayed, and played out Taught to be cold But you still miss The sky you dared betroth The infinite weight of finitude Unsustainable Samson said to great Atlas Might I run My fingers through Your curly hair Your curly hair Sympathetic if Almost jealous The too familiar To now see from the outside Gentle pressure Pulling closer, holding back But will you miss Even the scouring of stubble? The infinite weight of finitude Unsustainable Samson said to great Atlas Might I run My fingers through Your curly hair Your curly hair And hey we ought to form a lonely hearts club band Become a couple chardonnay moms In the suburbs of Richmond Living to see the other cry One way or another Might I run My fingers through Your curly hair Your curly hair Might I run My fingers through Your curly hair Your curly hair

You can’t console Fresh fruit in this old basket Seem to spoil so quickly They seem to spoil so quickly A mother of vinegar You, you become to me Another house spirit Starves to death Leprous, raising the rent They seem to... spoil so quickly Oh, they spoil so quickly A mother of vinegar You, you become to me To me (echoed) You can’t console Fresh fruit in this old basket Seem to spoil so quickly They seem to spoil so quickly

Nobody sees where no one’s pointing Pomegranate juice on white satin Little Oklahoma Princess Nobody’s gonna protect you Little Oklahoma Princess From what your parents arranged for you to do Hey now Don’t you cry Don’t you worry It’s painless You’ll see I wouldn’t lie I’m gonna take you I’m gonna make it easy Why would you want Feelings to get in the way of a real good time? Think of the children, they keep saying But of their voting records - pay no attention Little Oklahoma Princess No one will pass a bill for you My little Oklahoma Princess Come do what your parents were paid for you to do Hey now Don’t you cry Don’t you worry It’s painless You’ll see I wouldn’t lie I’m gonna take you I’m gonna make it easy Why would you want Mere age to get in the way of your marital duties?

Empty out my multitudes Find a stillness to remove My removed, coping façade You speak of things in the past tense Running with your stitches fresh In an after that we’re not quite at Feeling loathsome Call it lonesome Where's the nightlife? I'm a worm in the rain I'm a worm in the rain I'm a worm in the rain Give me coffee and junk food All the poorest substitutes Any victimless escape will do From collateral of selfishness Wearing down ’til desperate Snakes and ladders, roll and roll again I’m feeling loathsome Call it lonesome Where is the nightlife? I'm a worm in the rain I'm a worm in the rain I'm a worm in the rain Like a vine bends to the sun We’re drawn to communion But what we strangle reaching matters not But ain’t it so easy to judge Principals get so privileged Nature’s blind and nature’s weak Like all vampires, we have to feed So if you called me I would come I’m easy to summon Light your candles Play your reindeer games I’m feeling loathsome Call it lonesome I miss the nightlife I'm a worm in the rain I'm a worm in the rain I'm a worm in the rain

Oh, I want to kiss you again, and again, and again I don’t know if it’s love The way we play But can we play pretend? Don’t pay me no mind So many pieces to find When baby, you and I, we’re the broken kind Oh, I want to kiss you again, and again, and again I don’t know if it’s love the way we play But can we play pretend? No need to remind It's always the same line Just, "Baby, you and I, we’re the broken kind" Oh, I want to kiss you again, and again, and again And again, and again I want to take off my skin And press you against Every nerve ending All seven trillion lies All seven trillion lies Oh, I want to kiss you again, and again, and again I don’t know if it’s love The way we play But can we play pretend? Can’t we just rewind? Watching you lose your mind Oh baby, you and I, we’re the broken kind We’re the broken kind We’re the broken kind Oh, I want to kiss you again, and again, and again And again, and again, and again, and again I want to take off my skin And press you against Every nerve ending All seven trillion lies All seven trillion lies Oh, I want to kiss you again, and again, and again I don’t know if it’s love The way we play But can we play pretend? Can’t we just rewind? Watching you lose your mind Oh baby, you and I, we’re the broken kind We’re the broken kind

You come home late Crawl in bed Maybe it’s nothing Maybe we’re newly revanants Is the honeymoon’s over? All coved in ants Rotten candy apple sunrise A melaise like mollassis Sickly sweet I can’t remember so many things Where are we going? All to what end? You get fixated on endings No thruway, passing last exits They want a "bonzai" dogwood They want a make-believe past Can see a murder perched on their straw men But we need health insurance Shambling I can’t remember so many things

I’m trying to remember The last great party of the twenty-tens When everyone still lived 'round here And we were all still friends Talking about the 20s in our 20s From Hemingway to Brooks Spilling Death’s Door in the notebooks Full of outlines for the plays we never staged Between the showmances and... well, anyway I’m trying to look back fondly From the vantage of the lost Feel the unsaid Feel the unsaid I’m trying to remember The last great party of the twenty-tens When everyone was a rock-star in waiting For a wake to sing the Kaddish at And you were easy to fall in love with When we all just had to be in love But beauty needs a beast, and Simon, well... You were always such a thoughtful one And all to feed but sound and fury Feel the unsaid Feel the unsaid I’m trying to remember The last great party of the twenty-tens We played out all our big Hail Marys Cause how could it possibly get worse? They say that messages need bottles These so called Buchowski apostles Well, I heard that Judas got sober, dont'cha know? I saw him at the laundromat And that’s all I have to say about that Feel the unsaid Feel the unsaid I’m trying to remember The last great party of the twenty-tens Before the fires and the cult of death So many ways isolated And I’m sorry I’m not sorry for Breaking with propriety and makin' it weird But I’m gonna hug you for too long I wasn’t sure I’d ever see you again I wasn’t sure And now, how can I pretend? Feel the unsaid Feel the unsaid

Bathtub Mary hadn’t felt the rain For a very long time But he used to dream of her Soaking in bubbles Her clothes white and blue An erotic jellyfish Then one night At a fraternity party He started to see things Her clothes white and blue Wet against her skin As she rose up from the suicide gin And grasping his arm, she said to him Hey Let’s go to Hell Where Father Redacted won’t find you again Hey Let’s go to Hell Where Father Redacted can’t ever find you again Bathtub Mary hadn’t felt the rain Until lightning brought an ash limb down And the porcelain cracked Now the garden's in disarray All the neighbors, long dead or moved away And he won’t call it home It is only, “the estate"

You only tell lies you believe You say you hope that I succeed Big, big world - full of enemies And you - say you hope that I succeed Kiss me hibiscus cause I’m raw Kiss me hibiscus cause I’m raw Kiss me hibiscus cause I’m raw So raw I’ve been screaming all night into my pillow Don’t even know what is wrong They know what’s best, they insist They can do anything to you If you don’t exist Going by feelings of a solipsist They can do anything to us If we don’t exist As far as they can use us As high as our bones Can raise their walls But you only tell lies you believe You say you hope that I succeed In this big, big world - full of enemies You say you hope that I succeed Kiss me hibiscus cause I’m raw Kiss me hibiscus cause I’m raw Kiss me hibiscus cause I’m raw So raw I’ve been screaming all night into my pillow Don’t even know what is wrong

Been a lifetime since a ran through a meadow Waist-deep in wildflowers Tumbling, starfish Welcoming the sun over Salad days with you "Trespassers" nobody ever called us Or "heathens" for the way we sought comfort "Innocent," said the naïve Of innocence, unknowingly, ironically Such luxury and privilege In retrospect, I painfully see Painfully see Because it's been a lifetime since a ran through a meadow Waist-deep in wildflowers Tumbling, starfish Welcoming the sun over Salad days with you Salad days with you if they caught us together, curled in colors if they caught us together, curled up in colors if they caught us together, curled in colors now They'd probably start a forest fire To burn the meadow down But hey I'm not a vole And hey You're not a vole I'm not a vole... So whatever I'm not a fucking vole... So whatever Been a lifetime since a ran through a meadow Been a lifetime since a ran through a meadow

Make it up as you go The rules went out Tried and true sure tried, you know And these days are exactly what they made They made a big mistake So I don’t want to hear from them Synonyms for appeasement To meet the maggots in the middle Like they’d ever give an inch Like they’d ever give an inch, no But I’m so happy to see you I’m so happy to see you And we don’t need a ballroom to have a ball Oh, Peter might I have this dance? Oh, Peter might I have this dance? Oh, Peter might I have this dance, this dance, this dance? We’ll make it up as we go The rules went out Tried and true sure tried, you know And I don’t know what you got but it’s got me (With "The Architect" blaring) And your momma’s never gonna approve And your papa’s never gonna approve Hand me downs of a sunk cost fallacy You’re joy Would shine on All of their mistakes The unbearable waste You’re joy Would shine on All of their mistakes The unbearable waste But I’m so happy to see you I’m so happy to see you And we don’t need a ballroom to have a ball Oh, Peter might I have this dance? Oh, Peter might I have this dance? Oh, Peter might I have this dance, this dance, this dance...

Morbidly whimsical Stay nasty Don't put a face on For my benefit Passionately eccentric Stay nasty Don't say, "I'm sorry" And learn to quit When I just want to ride along Take off all my prosthetics Throw a leg over the sofa arm Queerer than cunning Stay nasty The witchfinder He cares not what he burns Don't say, "I'm sorry" And learn to quit Don't put a face on For my benefit When I just want to ride along Take off all my prosthetics Throw a leg over the sofa arm Brimming with love Stay nasty Runneth over Start a fuckin' flood!