staring out your windowsill, you've got dirt underneath your fingernails
the walls are painted yellow-red from the cigarette smoke blowing out of your head
so tell me who'd you call last night, when i dropped you off?
tell me who called last night because i know you didn't go to bed

looks like we're going down this road, you and i, again
the cycle won't be broken up; you just end where you begin
so tell me who'd you call last night, when i dropped you off?
tell me who'd you call last night because i know you didn't go to bed

pay attention cause it's nothing new;
all these people trying to get to you
are gonna take everything that can use
and throw away the rest

staring out your windowsill, you've got dirt underneath your fingernails
i never heard a word you said, from the cigarette smoke pouring out of your head
so tell me who'd you call last night, when i dropped you off?
tell me who you called last night because i know you didn't go to bed

pay attention cause it's nothing new;
all these people trying to get to you
are gonna take everything that can use
and throw away the rest

Cigarette Burns

i want to sing you a song; instead i'm singing to a microphone
i want to play you a melody but i'm always locked in the wrong key
and they wrote up a eulogy but all these thoughts are still born in me

and still it grows

i want to stray from the logical
i want to start thinking possible
i need a break from dysfunctional
to get all around all these obstacles
(something less parenthetical)
and though it may be mythological
still i will go
anywhere with you

One Day Spectacular