Souls

That wasn’t any better at all

That didn’t make me feel any better at all

I thought it would, but it didn’t

My consciousness is bigger

It gives me no pleasure to say

My consciousness is bigger than yours

It gives me no pleasure

And we descend the basement

Poorly done murals, the faces

If there wasn’t a house, we would build one

With our bodies

Hang on to my ego

Everything is coming loose tonight

I’m too nervous for boys now

I’m too nervous for girls now

Every bottle you drink must be recycled

And every plastic cup that can't be recycled in this town

At the party kids come in and out

Talking about T.S. Eliot

It starts out fun

Because the night is young

But then the night gets old

And it just gets cold

And we go outside

And we go back inside

And we say, "What’s the plan?"

And there is no plan, so we go

La la la la la la la la

I just need to wake up, burst into motion

Raise my finger, say aha

Say moving is easy

I just need to take off, burst into motion

It wasn’t fun

Wasn’t educational

It lingered on

I put my fingers on, you were gone

Let’s get away from these despicable people

They can’t keep their mouths to themselves

I know there’s lots of other guys with my name here

But tell me I’m the only one that you will

Does anybody use this bathroom in the daytime?

Is this a house or the set of a film?

Let’s get away from these awful people

They can’t keep their minds to themselves

I refuse to let go until you're impressed

I refuse to let go until I'm depressed

I see you reaching out to t-t-t-touch

My skin shrinks, I think I’ll be shocked

By that static

It’s too dynamic

Because I never wanted you to change

I only wanted you to be different

Like, not so distant

'Cause we are alone in our orgasms

But your flesh seems so solid

Why does it melt away

In the morning dew?

I’m sorry, I thought someone was there

Like two mirrors gazing into each other’s eyes

Like two microphones kissing

But oh, that night, that music!

The longer it goes, the more important I feel

But oh, those lights, those colors!

The less I can see, the more I can feel

B said never to write about what’s in my pockets

But that’s where my hands are, and that’s where they’ll stay

Because you’re used to a softer touch

She’s just used to a gentler touch

She is used to a gentleman’s touch

But hey, man, it’s cool when you do it

We are alone in our dreams

Do we have to sleep tonight?

Murmur, murmur! Coward!

Building towards a meaning that’ll never come

Leave someone beautiful

Find someone horrible

Dig me

I just want to have sex with you

I just want to fuck you

I just want to have sex with you

When I say stop

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!

Bounce and stretch

I stretch into a smile

Not just my face, my body, my soul

Because I view life as something

That I don’t think I’ll get away with

And you think that we’ve already gotten away

Yeah, we all have dreams, I know

I should have forgotten them in the morning

(a dead dog painted on the sea)

If none of us know the words

Then only the melody matters

I wrote this verse drunk

I thought it would solve everything

I thought it would

But it didn't

When everyone was going homewards

Did you cry because it was over?

Or did you cry because you knew it would never end?

As long as we don’t go to sleep yet

I promise I can’t go to sleep yet

'Cause the night’s not dead, no, the night’s not dead

I will not go alone to my single-size bed

I don't know what that means

We could go anywhere

But we will always be where we are

I waited for you on the eastern shore

Watching people trying to act sober on the other side of the sea

Until I laughed and headed home

I learned my lesson never to roam