Somebody smiled at me It was the highlight of my week Small talk seems so cheap I'm saying nothing between wake and sleep Everyone I know is dead Everyone I hate is gone I got in-jokes with myself I'm a collective of one I go outside and I walk alone I got No homes No homes No homes No homes This is the stuff of dreams When you dream about nothing When your dreams are of nothing at all Come meet me out walking I go outside and I walk alone I got No homes No homes No homes No homes

I thought the girl was a guy and I thought the guy was hot What I thought the girl was a guy You gotta be exactly what you're not to get just what you want You gotta be exactly what you're not It's not ironic to elope with a girl called Gretna Green It's not ironic I run on caffeine run on alcohol run on green I mean acute not chronic I kiss your lips and your eyes say Follow me down I'm gunna bury you now I can't figure it out I kiss your neck and your blood says Turn back now I'm gunna beat you down You won't find your way out I kiss your chest and your heart says Get on the ground I'm gunna break you now Cuz I know how You fall for a reflection You love what you see And you're seeing one now Hey your band plays too much Oh my God you're boring as fuck Your band plays too much Your talking about work again No wonder we're not better friends Your conversation sucks Oh Lord, baby I'm bored, haven't I seen your face before? Oh Lord, baby I'm bored Same thing, same thing Yeah I'm alright mate how you been? Yeah I'm alright yeah you alright yeah? I thought the girl was a guy and I thought the guy was hot What I thought the girl was a guy and I thought the guy was hot What I kiss your lips and your eyes say Follow me down I'm gunna bury you now I can't figure it out I kiss your neck and your blood says Turn back now I'm gunna beat you down You won't find your way out I kiss your hands and your nails say You're under me now I'm dragging you down I can't let you get out I kiss your head and your hair says I'm tying you down I'm tying you up You can't straighten me out I kiss your arms and your scars say Look what becomes Of the ones who succumb The ones who never got out I kiss your sex and your light starts pulling me in The light of me into you I let the darkness fade out I kiss your chest and your heart says Get on the ground I'm gunna break you now Cuz I know how You fall for a reflection You love what you see And you're seeing one now

Take me off snapchat cuz you no longer wanna see what you could've won That and your boyfriend's the jealous type, right? He tells everyone on facebook what's going on with your pubic hair He wants everyone to know he's been there He's the kind that would ask "are you looking at my girlfriend?" Because he wants us all to know you're his girlfriend I'd be uncomfortable with the implication of ownership I'm not sure I've seen any paperwork Next time I see spiders I will think of you I knew a man called Spider He worked the bar at the Glass and Card Had a web tattoo like a spiral Reminds me that life is non-linear I'll study the cause and effect relationship While you pause to affect a relationship How long before you get bored tho? How long before you get bored? How long before you get bored tho? How long before you get bored? That night I saw you running with no make-up on That night you saw me walking with my glasses on

I wanna cum on Joanne Kenney's tits Circa 1996 Tigermilk My milk Play the hits Play the hits I made jokes Where were you? 100 chumps Share your biscuits I'm living like a geriatric You're living like infants What if it was disappointing? If the sex was disappointing? There's always one There's always someone There's always one mutherfucker talking through the quiet parts of my songs One wish My wish Synap tic chap stick help Remem ber your Your kiss You're dead Anyway So what? You're wearing shorts Yes is more Fun than no No-one cares No-one knows Everything could be anything else No-one's watching Why do you care? Jesus Christ Live a life As lonely as a staircase Mmmm mmmm I know where we go when we die We go home

I've got email from Henry Rollins Who the fuck are you? I've got email from Simon Raymonde Who the fuck are you? Michael Eavis told me fuck off to my face Who the fuck are you? Andy Falkous used to give me demo tapes Who the fuck are you? Eddie Argos in Barfly Dancing with me How many interviews with Ian MacKaye Does it take to make a scene?