Make Yourself At Home, 'cause I'm Going Out

Across The Street To Get Us Some Water

'cause This Water's Brown, And I'm So Embarrassed

To Have You Here But I Want You Around

Usually I'd Sing, Or Play You My Guitar

But I Know It Won't Get Very Far With You

'cause You Like Music That Makes You Move

And Mine Has A Groove, But It's Nothing I Can Prove

Please Know What I Mean

When I Say, Nothing

Things That I Buy And Things That I Think

Haven't Made This A Better Place To Be

Drugs That I Try And Drinks That I Drink

Haven't Made This A Better Place To Be

It's Still Just A Room With The Drums In The Middle

A Couch Along The Wall That Works As My Bed

I Still Have A Phone That Rings All Day

I Still Have Things I Wish I Would Of Said

Please Know What I Mean

When I Say, Nothing

When I Say

This Whole Thing's Been Hard On Me

It Breaks My Heart, Do You Know What That Means

My New Place Seems Strange To Me

It Breaks My Heart, Do You Know What That Means

It Means Nothing