My agenda might offend ya

 

She's a siren on the rocks calling you into the deep

 

Went looking for a creation myth, ended up with a pair of cracked lips

 

We were twenty-three, Breeders on CD

 

I'm flyin' around in circles lookin' for a place to land

 

I need a different type of caring, different type of sharing

 

À ton retour, j’aurai les cheveux longs

 

They say don't open old wounds but I want to

 

Best finest surgeon come cut me open

Romance is dead and done

Tell me where to spit, don't tell me what to swallow

Honeymooning alone

To the endless summer

We've come full circle like a serpent coiling no end

I just wanted a place but I ended up gone

Can't erase it from my mind

Future politics

Everybody but me

The life has gone from this room

I had this urge to die