- fruit pie I'm setting my sights lower tonight. I've been alone since she took flight. Shtay wit me, baby. Just drop me somewhere. I've had no pride since she took mine. You can't stay with me tonight. She's fruit pie.
- wuss cliff Hold on, you say you're always giving; I don't resent receiving, its just that the generous are always first to call the rest selfish. And now I stand accused and made to feel indebted. I guess its sometimes easy not to feel yourself draw in. If you decide to leave, well I know I'll be the worst to grieve. But if Jesus reaches out to me, I'll cut the beggars hand 'cause love dressed as support I tend to perceive as demand. It seems to me, when I come home and find a note on the lawn with a suitcase and the dresser drawers, that says you'll wait for the man that can hide you away from the world, that if you would have wanted less, then I could be that man right now. Listen. You finally caught me speaking. I'm not too much for sharing; I just assume that you don't need the weight of what I've been thinking. Here I am consumed. And if you feel disparaged, then you should go since I don't have the decency myself. If you decide to leave, well I know I'll be the worst to grieve. But if Jesus reaches out to me, I'll cut the beggars hand 'cause love dressed as support I tend to perceive as demand.
- hang 'im high This ain't no communication. We're no good with words. And it's tryin' ; your practiced cryin' and it just sells your side. I wish I could pick you up and put you somewhere else where you could gain momentum by yourself a while, but I would only bring you down again, I know. You ain't no Dylan Thomas; you're too good for words. And it's failin', your metered wailin'. It just buys you time. I wish I could take you and shake you like a rag-doll and cut you with a piece of glass to see if you bleed: you're just not yourself. I wish I could pick you up and put you somewhere else where you could gain momentum by yourself a while, but I would only bring you down again, I know. Your voice shrinks up and ceases. I kill the lights and take it in. It's getting hard to tell myself that you're alive. I'll build a Christ on a cross big and hang 'im high to heal you. Things were never this way when we were little children last year. And now you say it's not a waste of time; oh, but it's gone. You just can't see things that easily. And if I told you, how would you respond? Well, you'd say anything. You'd say anything.
- bartender Well, you're cold to praise. Pulling my eyes out of my face. You won't look that way forever. 23 looks like a child on you. But all your friends are having babies now. I would tend bar for you. Pour you drinks until you float away. Then I'll dive in just to be close to you. But this, this might be the final undertow: It's like I'm drownin' and you won't throw a thing to me. But if I were, would you care? It takes so much to phase you these days. On my own volition, I will try to hate you. And if it hurts you, well I don't mind. It'll prove you're alive, so at this point I'll pursue just any real emotion. And I'll try anything. You want to kill me when I'm exposing all my skin. By not responding, then by the grace of God you will. And I'll try anything.
- inside Unhand me now. While I'm still here. I've got your captious bile inside of me, and I'm just fine. Sometimes you seem so inscrutable, but you're so beautiful now. You prophesize that I'll never ever be a fucking thing without you. You're paralyzed by the "Shut up, shut up," I keep saying. Unhand my pride, and I just might. Unhand me now. While I'm still young our invectives tear inside of me, and I'm just fine. Sometimes you seem so inscrutable, but you're so beautiful now. You prophesize that I'll never ever be a fucking thing without you. You're paralyzed by the "Shut up, shut up," I keep saying. Unhand my pride, and I just might.
