MUSIC BOXES: You are alone, all of a sudden; you didn’t ask for it or want it, living your life to be forgotten, never having, never wanting. We won’t leave you, no matter what you do. You know you can take comfort knowing those who really love you are saving your memories like little music boxes, playing forever, in the dark, in our hearts and in our ears and in the air, whether you want them there or, whether you want them there or not. You know you can take comfort knowing those who really love you are saving your memories like little music boxes, playing forever, in the dark, in our hearts and in our ears and in the air. You try to forget; but, damn your mind. Your memories, they stick in space and time. Forgetting is not forgiving. And, waiting to die, is hardly living. We won’t leave you, no matter what you do. You know you can take comfort knowing those who really love you are saving your memories like little music boxes, playing forever, in the dark, in our hearts and in our ears and in the air. You know you can take comfort knowing those who really love you are saving your memories like little music boxes, playing forever, in the dark, in our hearts and in our ears and in the air, whether you want them there or, whether you want them there or not. ANCIENT COMPUTERISM: You drank the holy water; it became fire in your heart. There was a time when you would censor me, but you gave up the part. You rank your friends and wonder if you still live in their top 8. There was time when you would bend for them, but then you made your break. Your birds are angry and you forgot how to write in cursive. There was a time when you would die for me. Now, you can barely live. We are losing connection, I’m suddenly beside myself, beside myself. I hear your silent call for help, call for help. I am so scared. Aging doesn’t bring wisdom. You are playing the victim. It’s not enough. Let me ask you a question: how often do you cry yourself, cry yourself to sleep, inside an empty house, an empty house? Are you still there? In a digital prison, ancient computerism is all that’s left. We are losing connection, I’m suddenly beside myself, beside myself. I hear your silent call for help, call for help. I am so scared. I am so scared. Let me ask you a question: how often do you cry yourself, cry yourself to sleep, inside an empty house, an empty house? Are you still there? In a digital prison, ancient computerism, it’s all that’s left. FOREVER LOVE: We’ve been good friends since our awkward years, lived together, on and off, with peers, drifting far apart and back again, one of was usually taken. But, that’s all back in time. I’m lucky that you’re mine. I think you are so fine, my forever love, forever love, forever love, forever love, forever love, forever love. We’ve been romantic for a while, now. How I even got you, I still don’t know how. God, I love it when I make you smile. Excited to hear your voice, every time you dial. You’re always on my mind. If loving you’s a crime, I’ll have to do my time forever, love, forever love, forever love, forever love, forever love, forever love. BABY BLUE: Baby blue, you know I need you. And, I’ll never leave you alone, like I was; because, I’ll never leave you. Baby blue, the stars and the moon, they brought me to you. And, I never will let you go, baby blue. Baby blue, you know I need you. And, I’ll never leave you alone, like I was; because, I’ll never leave you. Baby blue, the stars and the moon, they brought me to you. And, I never will let you go, baby blue. DEATH NEVER LASTS: When we’re born, we come back from the dead. And, when we die, we are reborn. When we’re torn from caskets, by the earth, and we transform, we’re not forlorn. The future makes its way into the past, it goes so fast. Death never lasts. Death never lasts. Death never lasts. Death never lasts. Death never lasts. Death never lasts. The future makes its way into the past, it goes so fast. Death never lasts. Death never lasts. Death never lasts. Death never lasts. Death never lasts. Death never lasts. ONLINE: So, you got a new bike, you thought your friend would like. You thought it’d get them spending time, just spending time, again. So, you sent them a text to see what happens next. You ought to get on their good side, on their good side, again. When you check online, everything is fine, when you check online, here’s some peace of mind: You’ll never understand this life. So, you wrote a new song, to tell them you were wrong. They’re unexcited to hear it; it’s boring and so slow. So, you try to give up, live with an empty cup. They’re uninvited to the party, like they’d ever show. When you check online, everything is fine, when you check online, here’s some peace of mind: You’ll never understand this life. YOU, ME, AND THE MOON: Slowly, in the dark, the clouds start to part. And, out comes the moon, to shine on me and you. And, I love you and the moon, the moon. The moon loves you, too. Lonely is the night. But, the soft, glowing light of the floating, full moon embraces me and you. And, I love you and the moon, the moon. The moon loves you, too. Someday, in the sky, together, we’ll fly, you, me, and the moon. Slowly, in the dark, the clouds start to part. And, out comes the moon, to shine on me and you. And, I love you and the moon, the moon. The moon loves you, too. Slowly, in the dark, the clouds start to part. And, out comes the moon, to shine on me and you. And, I love you and the moon, the moon. The moon loves you, too. Someday, in the sky, together, we’ll fly, you, me, and the moon. NEON YEARS: The train shut down the bar. And, now, a drink is just too far. You wonder if you’ll ever go to bed. A quiet town, no cars, is on the brink of getting large, the thunder lasts forever, in your head. You think you found the cure for your panic attacks and deepest fears. You’re not sure when they were, but you’re gonna go back to the neon years. The library is showing your Mom’s art, throughout the month; you’re happy that she’s got her stuff out there. The old Dairy Mill’s glowing; but, all shorts out, at once. You want your own version of the Street Fair. You think you have the cure for your panic attacks and deepest fears. You’re not sure when they were, but you’re gonna go back to the neon years. THE POCONOS: Do you feel like going out, today? I think we have to change it up. We both need it so much, I have to say. When was the last time with just us? Let’s hit the road, check in, and we can stay in a room with a heart-shaped tub. There is a place I’d like to go, in summertime or snow. We’ll runaway; I’ll hold you close. Let’s get ourselves to The Poconos. Let’s ourselves to The Poconos. Let’s get ourselves to The Poconos. How do you get more beautiful as you older? You know I’ll always be your fool. I know you like break the rules, so let’s blow off work. You know, you always have been cool. There is a place I’d like to go, in summertime or snow. We’ll runaway; I’ll hold you close. Let’s get ourselves to The Poconos. Let’s ourselves to The Poconos. Let’s get ourselves to The Poconos. WHITE CHEVY LUMINA: I wanna be in a white Chevy Lumina, hand in the breeze, 32 years ago, you next to me, this song on the radio. Turning, you sing “you make my dreams”. I wanna be in a white Chevy Lumina, hand in the breeze, 32 years ago, you next to me, this song on the radio. Turning, you sing “you make my dreams”. MARCHING BAND: Playing tag in the whole town, days whenever we were down, scooping shit up with a straw, stupid kids playing basketball, hands holding hands, watching the marching band, all night, taking a stand, maybe even getting in a fight, making homemade movies rules, much better than going to school, pass the camcorder. Let’s go, taking sled rides with no snow, hands holding hands, watching the marching band, all night, taking a stand, maybe even getting in a fight, hands holding hands, watching the marching band, all night, taking a stand, maybe even getting in a fight. PSYCHOTIC BREAK: When the Zoloft helps a little, I feel like I’m cured. When I go to the hospital, I feel so absurd. When the atavan starts coursing, I am still depressed. But, the panic I am nursing makes for better sex. Take two of these. Call, in the morning, please. Here’s my cards and my keys. Heart beating fast, don’t think I’m gonna last. I think I’m gonna crash. There’s not much left to accomplish; there’s not much to do. Can you meet me at the ER, one last I-love-you? I forgot about the garbage, but I have to sleep. It seems like I should be starving, but I’m scared to eat. Take two of these. Call, in the morning, please. Here’s my cards and my keys. Heart beating fast, don’t think I’m gonna last. I think I’m gonna crash. It’s almost time to take my required psychotic break. It’ll pass, for goodness’ sake. It’s the last psychotic break. HELL IS FAKE: Well, this is all there is. So, live for today. There are no mistakes. Nothing’s after this. Hell, hell is fake. This is heaven. And, God is love which you must make. Hell, hell is fake. Hell, hell is fake. Life, life is pain; it’s also love; and, that’s enough; it doesn’t go away. Death comes for us all. And, you can cry or you can write a silly song. Hell, hell is fake. Hell, hell is fake. Hell, hell is fake. Hell, hell is fake. Well, this is all there is. So, live for today. There are no mistakes. Nothing’s after this. Hell, hell is fake. This is heaven. And, God is love which you must make. Hell, hell is fake. Hell, hell is fake.