Quick glance, walk slow If you're trouble, that makes two of us, don't you know? Hot night, scripted whisper Just take me home--nahh, man, I'll go home on my own. 'Cause when the doors are closed I'm you're one and you're only Oh, the things you do when you get lonely Don't talk to me about destiny until you've seen the ugly rest of me You are a seductor, but I'm better than you give me credit for. And you are a sweet talker but I don't want to be your strawberry anymore. You go off like a train on a forked track Made a b-line to her like you were never gonna come back And it's not the first time, just the first I'd seen it in action You've got a whole book full of who to call and you'd better take me out Yeah, she's the best thing you're saving for later and if I didn't know better I'd hate her, but she's not the one who can't keep her eyes on a good thing when she's got it. You are a seductor, but I'm better than you give me credit for And you are a sweet talker, but I don't want to be your strawberry anymore And you've got some nerve to run around. Hasn't anyone ever told you no before? And I've got better things to do, and I don't want to be your strawberry anymore. No, I don't want to be your strawberry anymore If she gets you all the better, you're gonna have her 'till you get bored But I'm not gonna be your strawberry anymore

They tore down the stadium and made a commercial site As big as a country Every man and child's greatest delight Oh, good for business Oh, good for them Oh, say good morning When the doors fly open at 10 AM (chorus) And in came the pig parade Judgement calls, making grades Trapped in a dressing stall, fake rocks surround it all Buy an identity in fabulous amenities Excess is a la mode Oh, oh, can I go? Land where nothing's free, will you comfort me? We're in every size Let's standardize Girls on the eastern wing, you don't owe them anything if the dress code for growing up doesn't fit They passed the expansion and built you a toyland Give me your attention, and I'll give you a marching band Oh, make a promise Oh, make me glow Oh, come remind me Until I know (chorus) The shiniest thing is the thing that you need They'll feed you the fat of their glittering seed Who are you? How can we serve you, hon? Are you having fun? (chorus) And baby you're an evergreen, seven turning seventeen Take this and take it fast, that young face will last Half bionic little kids telling you what pretty is That who I oughta be? Doesn't look like me. And your mirror scheme, fix me a dream Boys in the conference room, I'm watching you But girls on the eastern wing, you don't owe them anything if the dress code for growing up doesn't fit

CHOWDER NIGHT: My good looking friends take girls in their rooms like they're bottlecaps found to collect Pretty young treasures that get lost in their piles of t-shirts after they've left And I wonder if they ever wake up hungover and wondering what happens then But everyone's been with everyone else in this town time and time again And the sober kid's always the one on the wall at the party looking down at his phone Cold glowing metal like these fucking people all faking like they're not alone But if they had something contrary to say, they'd swallow it for their last meal 'Cause everyone looks at you different when you tell them how you really feel Everybody gets naked and anxious awaiting for city saints to hold their heads When words they come hard as a whiskey-drowned hard-on 'till you end up screaming instead And I'm sorry that it's been so hard on you and you're sorry it's so hard on me But sorry is just a word that we keep in our teeth until the others get free And I've seen the way you scribble on all your receipts and then throw them away And I've seen you pay with your heart for another's and lose sight a little bit every day. And I'm sorry about all the nights that you cry and you're sorry for crying on me. But sorry is just a word that we keep in our teeth until the others get free And I hope you get free, and you hope I get free And I hope that this goddamn disease lets us be And I hope you get yours, and you hope I get mine 'cause we're better than giving it up all the time And everyone's thanking the face in their blankets for being there late in the night. But empathy sleeps like a child 'till you call her "Hey, man, you look tired." You're right. And my good looking friends take off their clothes even when there's no one around And their skin is thickest when kissed from a distance Now, circle up. Hands in. We all fall down. ALASKA: How the hell are you? I am better now Are you still getting clean? I'm still coming clean And where the hell are you? are you by water? We're still a midwestern kid and a west coast archetype How big is Alaska? How much does it rain? How dark are the winters where you are? How big is Alaska? How thick is your skin? Are the poisons rolling in still? You've got pictures. You've got gifted things. You've got things collected, stitched and glued together. You knew my secret. You know everything. You know everything except how to keep your restless body planted. It carries on. You don't live in the cities anymore. How big is Alaska? How thick is your skin? Is there a place for anyone in there still? Go on, Grow on Is it a long way? I bet it's a long way. and how the hell are you? I am better now, uh huh.

I can, I want, and I will, and if it's locked up it's prettier still Be my friend, be my friend And my pride is a partner in crime, like a first bet taken a hundred times I'll get it this time. I'll get it this time. So I want to sell all my old songs. Oh, but it gets so easy knowing you'll always fall back into it again (chorus) And the last time around when I got scared You said "go to hell" I said "I'll see you there" But we know it's hell enough always leaning on paper walls. And you were a match in a haystack to me I was the friction nobody needs But I'll be playing dead out in the grass when the farmhouse falls and the whole thing's ash in the air. All my friends have been jumping off beds and everyone's got that look that says I'm into something good I'm into something good But every good thing's a countdown Oh, and it gets so easy knowing you'll always fall back into it again (chorus) Real estate's down and there's a sandpit there it's cheap and it's close to the road out of here and we've got the will and the right kind of gear so let's get down in our work shoes while the ground's still hot on the rubber, saying "I always fall back into this again" (chorus) Does it feel like home yet? And he's been making an ass out of me, grinding his shit into chicken feed Oh, and it all went down so wrong. Oh, my God, how was I so wrong? I'll still be playing dead out in the grass when the farmhouse falls and the whole thing's ash in the air.

You're dressed up, but not too dressed up The kind of dressed up that gets caught on bodies As you push through the kitchen at your place It's hot as ever in December chill And he's packing flasks in his pants, or maybe he's just happy to see you Say, "that was funny the time you sang "Loving You" in front of everyone on the front porch" But it's already late in the upstairs bathroom when material girls start to wonder why it's so that the lights get punched out when the PBR boys show their thunder off. Oh, tell me, boy, all the parts of me you so enjoy He says he likes girls who cry for fun, and he's so Twin Cities 'cause he can't choose one. Isn't it ironic, don't you think? How's the band sound? Pretty okay. Pretty okay after three or four Nordeasts but we didn't come for the music anyway, just look at me stand looking relevant as hell And I spit on the stage, 'cause I'm so punk rock, as gritty as my pocket camera. As true as a bell inside a computer inside of a plastic security belt And my favorite band's pretty okay. Yours would be okay too if you had one. My favorite band formed in the 90s Say, "that's nostalgic, I read it somewhere online" Oh, my God. Have you seen this one? That girl's really gone off the deep end Oh, my God. Have you seen them live yet? I only really liked them before they were big. Everybody wants to get known when you're tired and broke and mostly grown, but my generation can't get loud so everyone at the show hates the crowd Isn't it ironic, don't you think? While the concrete floor of the ballroom starts to sink And have you got an answer for the company you keep? When everyone's asking how a bitten tongue bleeds And in this year of salt pills where the sugar coat comes free, there never really was much of a need for me. And you're messed up, but not too messed up. Just messed up enough to laugh like you're famous. And there's a valentine, in your airspace, strung in front of your eyes like all of the time.

You want her to cry to you You love it when she calls you "baby" And she's not right in the head most of the time, but it's okay You've got arms for miles and you know just what to say He hates waking up You hate seeing him unhappy And he doesn't talk much no matter how many times you ask him, "what's the matter?" "It doesn't matter." "It matters to me." (chorus) No, you can't change a hurricane in motion like a wrecking ball can't pick up the mess it made Running into the wind like it's gonna send you something saying, "lean on me. Lean on me again." You get so mad sometimes Wondering what in the hell you did wrong He's not happy so she's not happy so nobody's happy A vicious cycle in the patterns on the wall And where are the friends he had? They don't get it. Nobody gets it except for you. And where is the friend you know deep in there? (chorus x2 and some la-las) There's something to be said for giving until you're spent up And something to be said for getting out