Jawbreaker - Sluttering (may 4th)
Flattered That You Think I Warrant Ugliness.
Gutters Drain West, Mud Made A Mess Of Us.
It's Time To Leave This Place.
I'd Saw Through Your Wrist To Find A Better Trap That Fits.
I'd Saw Through Your Traps To Find A Better You.
A Part Of You That Lasts.
I Saw Through Your Trap And Into My Own Wrists.
Saw We Were Through, Red Ribbons Spill To Blue:
A Sight To Sore Your Eyes.
I Got This Dress.
I'm Hiking It Around This Waste Of Laughter.
Slow Dance Alone With No One To The Sound Of Four Hands Clapping.
Congratulations To You Both, I Hope You're Happy.
If There's A Moral To This Story Then I Wish You'd Show Me.
Hair In The Blood, Fly In The Disappointment.
Rubber, I'm Glue.
I'll Write The Book On You.
It's Sticking To My Face.
You Need A Little Less Than What You Take For Granted.
This Is The Sip That's Drinking Back From You,
Blacking Out Your Eyes.
You Need A Little More Suppression Of You Appetites.
This Is Your Honeymoon, In Separate Rooms,
It's Neither Sweet Nor Bright.
I Made A Word To Give This State A Name, This Game A Guess.
I Call It "sluttering."
It Means As Little As Your Little Test.
You Are Your Worst Revenge.
Your Very Means, They Have No Ends.
This Is A Story You Won't Tell The Kids We'll Never Have.
If You Hear This Song A Hundred Times It Still Won't Be Enough
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