you could never take a compliment
they're buried with the rest of 'em
my mind is prone to atrophy
rewind your body next to me
no lies in our comfort zone
take this time turn off the phone
we are not an accident
don't be so incredulous
it's getting dimmer, swimming in a shoal...
dinner bells resound like white fog around a light pole...
heaven cannot face us
not to be complacent
devil wears my shoulder
your angel is adjacent
seven years of chances
still drowning in a basement
you could never take a compliment
they're buried with the rest of 'em
