Tearing up the walls, scratching out her name.
Staring up the walls, dulling up the razor blade.
I'm washing it down.
Watch me call the port on.
I'm washing it down. Watch me fall.
It's the shock of the sound of the ants.
to carry me off towards home.
I'm better now, not behind the eyes.
Congratulations
Month Of Sundays
Halcyon Days
The Pool
Fun Time
Die While We're Young
Hell Or High Water
Walkin' With Michael Douglas
Which Is Worse
Number One
The Rip
Me Vs. Morrissey In The Pretentiousness Contest (The Ladder Match)
Shot
A Chapter Of Accidents
The King Is Dead
Catharsis For Dummies
Catharsis For Dummies
Diver
The Last Laugh
Desperately Seeking Boozin