I′m Satisfied With Being Alive
Goals Are Like A Coconut Pie
That I'm Allergic ToI Like Apple Better Anyway

Hey, Look! I Can Do A Cool Trick With My Hands
Never Mind But It′s Not That I Can't
It's That I Don′t Want To
Everyday Sits Another Day

I Could Douse Fires
Pluck At Strings
Simmer Black Salt With Blazing Heat
Yet Here I Sing About Nothing

Poured My Heart Out In The Sink
With My Colon And Left A Big Ol′ Gaping Hole
Chest Cavity, But I Don't Mind ′cause I Got Ice Cream
Somebody Else's Fractured Dreams

Got Up On Their Little Feet
And Came To Talk To Me
Too Bad I Wasn′t Listening
I Was Too Busy Falling Asleep