Take This to Your Grave
Where is your boy tonight
I hope he is a gentleman
Maybe he won't find out what I know
You were the last good thing about this part of town
Grand Theft Autumn / Where Is Your Boy
Am I more than you bargained for yet
I've been dying to tell you
Anything you wanna hear
Cause that's just who I am this week
Sugar, We're Goin Down
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you, only sweeter
Thnks fr th Mmrs
Say my name and his in the same breath
I dare you to say they taste the same
Let the leaves fall off in the summer
And let December glow in flames
I Don't Care
We were a hammer to the statue of David
We were a painting you could never frame in
You were the sunshine of my lifetime
What would you trade the pain for, I'm not sure
This is side one, flip me over
I know I'm not your favorite record
The songs you grow to like never stick at first
So I'm writing you a chorus and here is your verse
Dead on Arrival
She says she's no good with words but I'm worse
Barely stuttered out a joke of a romantic stuck to my tongue
Dance, Dance
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are
Oh, so intricate
Oh, so intricate
This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race
But I don't know much about classic cars
But I got a lot of friends stuck on classic Coke
Down, set, one, hut, hut, hike, media please
America's Suitehearts
When you ask how I've been
I know you mean well, I know you mean well
Who am I dialing tonight, that's a bummer
Thaw out my freezer, burn feelings for twenty summers
Hold Me Like a Grudge
Pete and I attacked the laws of Astoria
With promise and precision
And a mess of youthful innocence
And I read about the afterlife but I never really lived more than an hour when I say
I don't blame you for being you
But you can't blame me for hating it
So say what are you waiting for, kiss her, kiss her
I set my clocks early cause I know I'm always late
A Little Less Sixteen Candles, a Little More "Touch Me"
The only thing I haven't done yet is die
And it's me and my plus one at the afterlife
Crowds are won and lost and won again
But our hearts beat for the diehards
Thriller
They say the captain goes down with the ship
So when the world ends, will God go down with it
Ms. Flack said I still want you back
Yeah, Ms. Flack said I still want you back
Oh, we all started off as shiny dimes
But we all got flipped too many times
We did it for futures that never came
And for pasts that we're never gonna change
Fake Out
Hey Chris, you were our only friend
And I know this seems belated, we love you back
Keep quiet, nothing comes as easy as you
Can I lay in your bed all day
I'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake
Hand behind this pen relieves a failure everyday
Nobody Puts Baby In the Corner
It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells came out to dance
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns
We're the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years and call me when your better
Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter
The Carpal Tunnel of Love
Hurry, hurry
You put my head in such a flurry, flurry
What makes you so special
What makes you so special
w.a.m.s.
Smash all the guitars
Till we see all the stars
Oh, we've got to throw this year away
We've got to throw this year away
I Am My Own Muse
Sat outside my front window, this story's going somewhere
He's well hung and I am hanging up
There's a song on the radio that says
Let's get this party started, let's get this party started
Calm Before the Storm
And the record won't stop skipping
And the lies just won't stop slipping
And besides my reputation's on the line
I've Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song)
A teenage vow in a parking lot
Til tonight do us part
I sing the blues and you swallow them too
Hum Hallelujah
I wanna scream I love you from the top of my lungs
But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me
You can only blame your problems on my world for so long
The (Shipped) Gold Standard
We're drifting from the start, I ripped myself apart
I'll be whatever you need me to be, you need me to be
I cut myself down, cut myself down
To whatever you need me to be, you need me to be
So Good Right Now