Sober to Death

Lovely lovely In your jeans, frenzy Another movie that I didn't watch with you (oh, oh, oh) Another movie and we're gonna have to move (no, no, no) That final terror is in your house somewhere Hiding in boxes, behind closed doorways Out from the forest adjacent to your garage I've seen its marks at the corner of your eyes Nothing works Nothing works for everyone Good stories are bad lives Good stories are bad lives Take your hands off your neck and Hold on to the ghost of my body You know that good lives make bad stories You can text me When punching mattresses gets old Don't think it'll always be this way Not comforted by anything I say We were wrecks before we crashed into each other Such a good idea If it turns you on We have breakdowns (oh, oh, oh) And sometimes we don't have breakdowns (no, no, no) I wanna hear you going psycho If you're going psycho I wanna hear Every conversation just ends with you screaming Not even words, just ah, ah-ah, ah, ahh Take my hands off your neck and Hold on to the ghost of your body I know that good lives make bad stories You can text me When punching mattresses gets old What if it'll always be this way? Not comforted by anything you say We were wrecks before we crashed into each other Don't worry You and me won't be alone no more Don't worry You and me won't be alone no more Don't worry You and me won't be alone no more Don't worry You and me won't be alone no more Don't worry You and me won't be alone no more Don't worry You and me won't be alone no more Don't worry You and me won't be alone no more Don't worry You and me won't be alone no more Don't worry You and me won't be alone no more Don't worry You and me won't be alone no more Don't worry You and me won't be alone no more Don't worry You and me won't be alone no more