I heard about your trip. I heard about your souvenirs. I heard about the cool breeze, in the cool nights, and the cool guys that you spent them with. I guess I should have heard of them from you. I guess I should have heard of them from you. Don't you see, don't you see, that the charade is over? And all the "Best Deceptions" and the "Clever Cover Story" awards go to you. So kiss me hard ‘cause this will be the last time that I let you. You will be back someday and this awkward kiss that tells of other people's lips will be of service to keeping you away. I heard about your regrets. I heard that you were feeling sorry. I heard from someone that you wish you could set things right between us. Well I guess I should have heard of them from you. I guess I should have heard of them from you. I'm waiting for blood to flow to my fingers; I'll be all right when my hands get warm. Ignoring the phone, I'd rather say nothing. I'd rather you'd never heard my voice. You’re calling too late, too late to be gracious and you do not warrant long good-byes. You're calling too late. ~the best deceptions~

He wakes up in the morning. Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling. Never changes a thing. The week ends the week begins. She thinks. We look at each other, wondering what the other is thinking. But we never say a thing. These crimes between us grow deeper. Goes to visit his mommy. She feeds him well, has concerns. He forgets them and remembers being small, playing under the table and dreaming. Take these chances. Place them in a box until a quieter time. Lights down, you up and die. Driving in on this highway. All these cars and upon the sidewalk, people in every direction. No words exchanged, no time to exchange. And all the little ants are marching, red and black antennas waving. They all do it the same. They all do it the same way. Candyman tempting the thoughts of a sweet tooth, tortured by the weight loss program. Cutting the corners, loose end, loose end, cut, cut. On the fence, could not to offend cut, cut, cut, cut. Take these chances. Place them in a box until a quieter time. Lights down, you up and die. ~ants marching~

I heard you crying loud all the way across town. You've been searching for that someone, and it's me out on the prowl. As you sit around feeling sorry for yourself, well don't get lonely now, and dry your whining eyes. I'm just roaming for the moment, sleazing my backyard, so don't get so uptight. You've been thinking about ditching me. No time to search the world around, 'cause you know where I'll be found when I come around. I heard it all before, so don't knock down my door. I'm a loser and a user, so I don't need no accuser to try and slag me down because I know you're right. So go do what you like. Make you sure you do it wise. You may find out that your self-doubt means nothing was ever there. You can't go forcing something if it's just not right. No time to search the world around 'cause you know where I'll be found when I come around. No time to search the world around 'cause you know where I'll be found when I come around. ~when i come around~

Sleeping in saturdays, taking time to get to know your face. Breathing in your smell on me, I'm addicted you know, to vanilla these days. Butterfly kisses and the promise you'll spend all night this time. I just want to say thank you for taking a chance on a feeling inside. So here's a love song for all the times that you've felt second place. Here's a love song for all the smiles that come when I see your face. Here's a love song. Walk into the wind tonight, city lights take the place of stars in your eyes. I lost the moon again, or I stopped looking I think when love caught me by suprise. You're gonna be hard to get over, so I won't I don't think for a very long time. And in the summer, I'll warm your bed if you promise you'll warm mine. Here's a love song for all the times I fell into your eyes. Here's a love song for all the things you taught me last night. Here's a love song. Here's a love song for all the things that you've never said. Here's a love song for the night you left your bracelet at the end of my bed. Here's a love song. ~here's a love song~

there's no place like home