Yeah, you're a blue-eyed lightning bolt. I'm a national phenomenon. Nothing's absolutely definite 'til it's absolutely, definitely gone.

Do you know the words that make the hidden door open? Can you speak my secret name and fix me?

If it's breaking your heart, if nothing is fun - don't lose hope my son, this is the last one.

You left the frays from the ties you severed when you said 'Best friends means friends forever'.

Take all that you have and turn it into something you would miss if somebody threw that brick and shattered all your plans.

We burn the gallows they erect and cut the nooses they tie for our necks.

Call me a safe bet. I'm betting I'm not.

Not just a manic depressive toting around my own cloud! I've got a positive message, sometimes I can't get it out.

Whatever poison's in this bottle will leave me broken, sore, and stiff. But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at - he owes me one last wish.

You and I repent of our sins. Yeah, we feel so American laying in the road.

It's cold as a tomb and it's dark in your room when I sneak to your bed to pour salt in your wounds.

Am I correct to defend the fist that holds this pen? It's ink that lies; the pen, the prose, the paper.

Some rules are made with all intentions to break and she defends it with a warped rationale.

'Cause every night had you laid low. It's gonna feel so good to let it go.

Nothing gets so bad a whisper from your father couldn't fix it. And your whisper's like a bridge, it's a river spanned.

See, every time I rave, it's about you.

Sucking on your breath mint, dissected and stuck with pins, a film in her eyes from the glow.

I'm a ghost. I can't say I know that I'm even here. Or is this some eternal test?

You laugh at every word, trying hard to be cute. I almost feel sorry for what I'm gonna do.

My tongue will taste of gin and malicious intent.