Reject All American
Statement of Vidication
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Whose the fairest of them all?
I don't I don't really care y'know
I don't I don't really care
I don't I don't really care
Like it's not that important at all
You made the rules
You wrote the script out
Don't blame me when you fuckin lose
Don't put the blame on me
You try to make me crazy
You try to make me scared
You try to make me crazy
I think yr a fucking drag
You are yr own worst enemy
Capri Pants
If you see me
If you see me
Just go away
Just go away
If I run
If I run
Don't follow me
Just go away
Cuz I like you
But baby it's all wrong
Cuz I yeah I like you
But baby it's all wrong
If I run don't you think
You know what I want
It feels good
It feels good
It's all wrong
It's all wrong
It feels so good
It must be wrong
It feels so good
It must be wrong
Jet Ski
Aint got no more
No more candy for you
Im not yr rocket ship
Or yr motor boat
Yr movie set
Or yr cartoon show
Not yr fucking VCR
Not yr avante gard postcard idea
I'm not yr oilwell
I'm not yr blood bank
I'm not yr bullet proof vest
Or yr Visa card
I aint got no candy for you
I said I'm not yr vacation spot
I'm not yr footnote, freakshow
Or yr latest cause
I'm not yr view to a kill
I'm not yr background tune
I'm not the nutty story
That yr neighbors been telling to you
I aint got no candy for you
I said I'm not yr oilwell
I'm not yr dimestore novel
Or yr prison cell
I aint got no candy for you
Distinct Complicity
Determined by many
Determined by many
Determined by many
Determined by many
Determined by many separations,
No controlling and understated,
Determined today by those of us
Who refuse to conquer hesitation
I don't see anything else in this room, I don't think so
Uh oh, oh-oh
You're already 22
Don't waste yr life in school
You could go back anytime
And I wanna see you on tour
Determined by many situations,
Seemingly random considerations
Determined by those of
You who decide to do more than
Just sit on the floor
I don't see anything else in this room
I don't see you, no not at all
I'm walking down the street
I'm skating to the show
I wanna see yr band play
But there's no one here I know
Determined by many separations
So controlling & understated
Determined today by those of us
Who refuse to conquer hesitation
I don't see anything else in this room
To prove me wrong
False Start
On a point in time-present undefined
And it's getting cold outside
Situation statistical for reasons you don't know
Just short of indecision
And it's getting cold outside
And it's getting cold outside
For yr own trepidation
Refer to new perspexion
See yrself as others see you
In reverse red can appear blue
Wanna go outside
Don't you wanna go outside
Been stuck inside yr room
So stranded-like & full of doom all year
Time out for good behavior
Adds up to what you want it to
What you wanna, what you
Wanna do
What informs a motivation
Casual or obligation-ficticious circumstance
Suspending all yr future plans
Wait for you outside
If this false started motion
Believes its own propulsion
Tran-sending space & time
Then I'll wait for you outside
Then I'll wait for you outside
Been so long since I've seen you
So much has changed, you sound the same
We're meeting at this place, I wanna see you,
See you race again
We're all waiting, we're all waiting here
R.I.P.
I can't say everything about it
In just one single song
I can't put how I feel in a package
And sell it back to everyone
But wait
There's another boy genius whose fucking gone
I hope the food tastes better in heaven
I know there's lots of rad queer boys up there
I hope every time they talk to you
They know they're lucky to be yr friend
Cuz look
There's another boy genius whose fucking gone
And I wouldn't be so fucking mad so fucking
Pissed off if it wasn't so fucking wrong
It's all fucking wrong
It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair
But no one said life was easy
Yeah, but no one said, no one said
Nothing's supposed to happen right?
No, no one told me anything
To prepare me for fucking this
There's another boy genius whose fucking gone
Don't tell me it don't matter
Don't tell me I've had three days to get over it
It won't go away
It just won't go away
No Backrub
Lung cancer
No time
Lots of stress
More fear
Self pity
Headache
Lots of guilt
No sleep
These are the things I give myself
No pleasure
No time
Don't need to
Feel fine
Dirty kitchen
Broken car
Trying to breathe in
Thru a scar
These are the things I give myself
Loads of execution
Loads of execution
Loads of execution
These are the things I give myself
BEEN PROGRAMMED TO
SELF DESTRUCT
Bloody Icecream
The Slyvia Plath story is told to girls who write
They want us to think that to be a girl poet means you have to die