Trashed And Battered Now

And Passed Out On The Floor

I'm Getting Good At Sleeping On Dates

Nothing Seems To Hold My Interest Anymore

Bad Ideas Come In Small Doses

Nice To Meet You

We Can't Wow You With Our People Skills

We Make Enemies Not Friends

Your Name Again?

I Just Met Someone

Whose Name I Already Forgot

Come Back And Tell Me What Has Changed

Your Fake Blood And Blonde

Do Not Compliment Your Face

Go Get Your Gun, I'll Get My Hammer

We Are The Only Friends That We Have

It Was The Intention To Make

The Third Verse The Same As The First

Getting Dumber As I Get Older

Only Wimps Can Not Handle Broken Hearts

We Don't Know Anyone In This Town

I'm Making A Pact

I'm Delivering

I'm Making A Scene

I'm Delivering

We're Making A Pact

We're Delivering

We're Making A Scene

We're Delivering