On the Rocks

On the Rocks

Cosmo's lose their taste when you're serving them yourself
Use my brain to judge the remains of what's on the top shelf
Roll my eyes, sigh, as I pour and pour
Got a loser throwing up all over the floor
This is growing up, what I worked so hard for
This guy and my degree, face it
Both of them are truly wasted

I'm living life on the rocks
Trapped in my bar room box
C'mon, tell
Me your life story

I'm living life on the rocks
Beer on tap that talks
Tip me well
I'm yours till the morning

A famous actor in the corner giving some blonde kisses
I read the gossip rags so I'm aware it's not his missus
Slips me a tip while starin' at my tits
Let the dim-lit adultery
Continue on my shift
Doesn't give a shit to me
Funny, he plays a queer on TV

Want a double, just say the word
You like it shaken, not stirred
That's the drink that Bond preferred
That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard

I'm living life on the rocks
Trapped in my barroom box
C'mon, tell
Me your life story

I'm living life on the rocks
Beer on tap that talks
Tip me well
I'm yours till the morning

If you've got the goods I've got the time
Lick the salt onto my wrist and hand you a lime
Any takers among the fakers?
Shaking my martini shakers
I'll have you and you'll have Maker's
Gotta make the night go by quicker
A girl wants love but all I've got is liquor

Want it stronger, just tell me when
I like it how I like my men
Never get attention like this again
I oughtta find a better job, but til then...

I'm living life on the rocks
Trapped in my bar room box
C'mon, tell
Me your life story

I'm living life on the rocks
Stuck with drunk nighthawks
What the hell
At least it's never boring

Tongue Ring In Chic

Tongue Ring In Chic (I'm Not Bad, I'm Just Drawn That Way)


Didn't enjoy much living straight edge
It got boring fast, and I crave a challenge
Dyed black hair over half your face
Mysteries are riskier and make my heart race

If you want to get my number
Drop and be a goth nightclubber
What can I say, I've got a turn on for danger
I like my men a little stranger

I want a guy with a sleeve
Separate from his black band tee
Spiky hair, studded belt
Emotional boys make me melt

Oh, your checkered Vans, tongue ring
Water bottle, skull bling
There's surely nothing finer
Than a boy who's man enough for eyeliner

This is who I want today
I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way

Minor sins and safety pins are something more dramatic
Your're a breath of fresh air for a recovering asthmatic
It's a new me who picked you and you better thank her
Rather date a drug dealer than an investment banker

Got on my costume, feel like a poser
But the charade's worth it to get us closer
Is it just what we wear? I guess I'll never know
Either way, like I care, we're best without our clothes

I want a guy with a sleeve
Separate from his black band tee
Spiky hair, studded belt
Emotional boys make me melt

Oh, my checkered Vans, tongue ring
Water bottle, skull bling
No better way to get attention
Than to have a definition

This is who I am today
I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way

Cries for attention across the street
You scare away others, but I find it sweet
I'm a groupie for your faux rockstar
A master at your air guitar

Air guitar solo!

Oh, your Checkered vans, tongue ring
Water bottle, skull bling
There's surely nothing finer
Than a boy who's man enough for eyeliner

Dont' tell me it's just a phase
I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way

A Fist Wrapped in Blood

A Fist Wrapped In Blood

I’ll be the rockstar and you’ll be my band
Matching Halloween costumes I’ve already planned
Locking hands and eyes in line at Disneyland
I’ll be your lady and you’ll be my man

Too perfect to be real right from the start
Our potential so thrilling it could have been art
I kept it going cause I’m not that smart
Just empty words from an empty heart

Lovers that thrive on apologies
It’s not working obviously
Just cause to worry
With every I’m sorry
You and me were not meant to be

Lovers that thrive on apologies
Loving apathetically
Thought you were better
Than a wolf in a sweater
You and me were not meant to be

You demanded and I supplied
Keeping your distance while still at my side
Your shadowed past your alibi
My heart in your hands you pumped it dry

Your gentleman caller act successfully pulled me
Your polite performance acted out cruelly
Pushed me around like a valentine's bully
But I’m not ashamed I know how to love fully

Lovers that thrive on apologies
It’s not working obviously
Just cause to worry
With every I’m sorry
You and me were not meant to be

Lovers that thrive on apologies
Loving apathetically
Thought you were better
Than a wolf in a sweater
You and me were not meant to be

XXX

X X X

It's been over a year of not feeling right
I'd love to know what indifference feels like
It's so clearly always you
In every single fucking song I write

Are you that insecure
is that what you're dating her for?

I can't say goodbye
My white flag waving in the sky
What can I do to get unstuck
Fuck you for having all the luck

Are you that frightened by the fall
Your jokes echoe off the walls
Checking my cell for your missed call
While pantomime in bathroom stalls

Thanks for making me reaccess
Every memory I have left of us

I can't say goodbye
My white flag waving in the sky
What can I do to get unstuck
Fuck you for having all the luck

Was I just company, too, while you were my knight
Were your words in bed a way to fill up the night?
What I heard instead
Hung like a stalagamite

Every memory ruined for good
You let go but I never could

I can't say goodbye
My white flag waving in the sky
What can I do to get unstuck
Fuck you for having all the luck

I can't say goodbye
My white flag waving in the sky
What can I do to get unstuck
Fuck you for having all the luck

Antigone

Antigone

This morning while mourning I rolled out on the wrong side of the grave
Caught in my coffin I've outgrown but it's cozy and it's safe
Panic attacks while still snoring
Slipping out of your arms as the bacon sizzles
Flipping out once again through sunshine or drizzles
Loving you has grown to be boring

I pray for the day
You're not longer good for a rhyme
I hate to say, it's not my time
And today is not that day

I'm nowhere finished with my writing
Begrudgingly finished with my writhing
I hated how you always got me blushing like a rose
We cruised through our romance
I'm bruised by our last dance
Your dilapidated Vans were crushing my toes

I like the look of your lies when your eyes dilate
I should look for another, sober suitor to date
One that can imitate your walk just right
Still got the body of a female
And a disembodied email
Can't take me out tonight

I pray for the day
When you're no longer good for a rhyme
I hate to say, it's not my time
And today is not that day

There's got to be
Someone kinder than you
Who reminds me of you
Some humility
I couldn't find in you
I was blinded by you
Now I can see
But I'd much rather be
Antigone

I let down the countdown
No kisses at midnight, I'm missing the song
The parade did fade but you're still going strong
Your welcome's outstayed

I pray for the day
When you're no longer good for a rhyme
I hate to say, it's not my time
And today is not that day

I pray for the day
When you're no longer good for a rhyme
I hate to say, it's not my time
And today is not that day