Flattered That You Think I Warrant Ugliness. Gutters Drain West, Mud

Made A Mess Of Us. It's Time To Leave This Place. I'd Saw Through Your

Wrist To Find A Better Trap That Fits. I'd Saw Through Your Traps To

Find A Better You, A Part Of You That Lasts. I Saw Through Your Trap And

Into My Own Wrists. Saw We Were Through, Red Ribbons Spill To Blue: A

Sight To Sore Your Eyes. I Got This Dress. I'm Hiking It Around This

Waste Of Laughter. Slow Dance Alone With No One To The Sound Of Four

Hands Clapping. Congratulations To You Both, I Hope Somewhere You're

Happy. If There's A Moral To This Story Then I Wish You'd Show Me. Hair

In The Blood, Fly In The Disappointment. Rubber, I'm Glue. I'll Write

The Book On You. It's Sticking To My Face. You Need A Little Less Than

What You Take For Granted. This Is The Sip That's Drinking Back From

You, Blacking Out Your Eyes. You Need A Little More Suppression Of Your

Appetites. This Is Your Honeymoon, In Separate Rooms, It's Neither Sweet

Nor Bright. I Made A Word To Give This State A Name, This Game A Guess.

I Call It "sluttering". It Means As Little As Your Little Test. You Are

Your Worst Revenge. Your Very Means, They Have No Ends. This Is A Story

You Won't Tell The Kids We'll Never Have. If You Hear This Song A

Hundred Times It Still Won't Be Enough.