Beg Is a Dirty Word
BS

I have an aching, knees-to-chest compulsion to hold you once again
because I found myself desperately clinging to a part of you that's long dead.
And it'll never be the same,
no, it'll never be the same,
because you're the only one I felt that way for...

I have this needling feeling I should dial your number on my phone
I'm in a parking lot two miles from your home
and what the hell am I doing here?
In this parking lot in Glen Cove without you?

And it'll never be the same,
no, it'll never be the same,
because you're the only one I felt that way for...

Well maybe I should get down on my knees and pray,
do something worthwhile on my knees today
instead of begging here at your door
because I sure as hell don't belong here anymore.

And it'll never be the same,
no, it'll never be the same,
because you're the only one I felt that way for...

What would you do if you found me naked in your room?
Would you throw me out? I don't think so.
Would you let me stay well I don't know.
Beg is such a dirty word but it suits this so well you know...
Beggar's such a dirty word but it suits me so well you know...

Re-Action
BS

You make me paralyzed.
I shouldn't tell you. I should never tell you that

You make me weak, make me weak in the knees.
You make me so I can't breathe, but I'll breathe.

You make me terrified.
I couldn't tell you. I could never tell you that

You make me so, make me so I can't speak.
You make me so I can't breathe, but I'll breathe.

I get clumsy when you're in the room
and I can't stand if I'm standing next to you.

Doormat
BS

SUNDAY 2AM:
I'm watching reruns on TV.
You said you'd be here hours ago but my bottle's empty and you're not home.
Just as I'm going to bed you stumble in and say to me,
"Oh Baby, I've been drinking with a friend!"
(well I think I know the one)

She's 5'10, pretty and thin,
and you say it's not that way but I'm not stupid.
It has never been me since 2003
when you first asked me:

Do you want to go up to my room?
I have a DVD you won't ever see.
Do want to crash for the night in my bed?

SCENE TWO: FRIDAY NIGHT
Drink number four for me,
and you take it away and say I am a mess
and should go to the ladies room.
As I'm stumbling back
you're flirting with the girl at the bar
saying "Oh Baby, this is just my friend from...
oh where do I know you from again?"

And all my blood begins to sing,
"I'm blonde, not blind, you fucking prick!"
So I take my keys to leave
and from the door I hear you ask her:

Do you want to go up to my room?
I have a DVD you won't ever see.
Do you want to crash for the night in my bed?

Every time I let you in, I'm just closing my eyes and letting it happen
and I know it's foolish of me but still I can't stop myself asking:

Do you want to come into my room and sleep beside me?
Do you want me?
You can have me at any time.

Do you want to go up to my room?
I have a DVD you won't ever see.
Do you want to crash for the night in my bed?

LeCielSoir
BS

There's always nothing new
I'm in the back of the plane flying over you.
Lately, I am always on the run
I'm starting to feel as numb as you.
I spend so much time in the air
when my plane touches down I don't remember how to stand,
but on the highway late at night
I've started searching the forest for your ghost.

Rachel doll, where have you gone, don't you get tired of running?

I looked in Charlotte first
it seemed the most likely place to find you
but when I saw the evening sky over Chapel Hill
I started to believe you'd come home.

Rachel doll, where have you gone, don't you get tired of running?

You can find me on the street any night of the week
but I bet you can't find stars in the dark.
I wonder if you're here with me,
or if you're still out searching for celestial bodies.
There's always nothing new,
I'm in the back of the plane flying over you.
Lately, I am always on the run
I'm starting to feel so numb.

Rachel doll, where have you gone, don't you get tired of running?

Morning
BS

Don't look at me like that
I'm sure I know what you're thinking
and it's nothing I need to hear.

Don't speak to me like that
I know that tone and what you're doing
don't think you can sing to me
and make me stay.

Because I've met you
twenty times before tonight.
I've let you in
twenty times before tonight.
and I'm always running away
by morning.

Don't think of me like that,
I know you have your expectations
but you'll never get what you need from me.

Don't give your heart like that
you'll find it's just a bad projection
do you really believe anyone would fall for that these days?

Because I've met you
twenty times before tonight.
I've let you in
twenty times before tonight.
and I'm always running away
by morning.

Multiply Every Day By Two
TT

I am one big financial burden on my mother
I can't hold a job to save my life
I need gas, I need clothes, I need food
I just can't help it

I can see it in her eyes
all the disappointment that has arrived
I give life everything I've got
once again my everything's not enough

I am one big sdkjlah burden on my friends
sjkdhaskjhas most of them have all simply left
a few have stayed two or three I hold them very close to my heart

I can see it on their faces
as between us they keep putting spaces
I apologize for every action
I swear to god these aren't my intentions

I am one big emotional burden on my ex
I can't call her save whatever's left of our future
I dial her number she picks up as soon as I hear her voice I hang up

I can hear it through the phone
All the sadness in her hello
her face it races through my mind
she wins the gold medal every time

I am one big fucked up burden on myself
if I can't stop these feelings of self loathing then I'll go mad.
I wake up my heart sinks oh god here I go again

I can hear it on my way out the door
as the sadness strikes a chord
there's a hole in every shoe
I multiply every day by two.

Overzealous
TT

123
Yea well she's
staring at me
screaming "How do you plead?"
and I throw up my arms
'cause I'm guilty as charged

Well I made the mistake
that my father once made
I never imagined
I'd end up this way
but I did.

When I Have Mondays Off
TT

There are days I don't eat
I just lie in my room and I sleep
and I worry myself sick
about tomorrow.

And my chest, it aches
with every breath that I take
maybe somewhere a rib has broken
I toss and I turn
as my fevers continue to burn,
images on the backs of my eyelids.

And I scream myself to sleep
there are so many nights like these
when the whiskey in my glass
is disappearing fast
at least it keeps me warm.