Tensions up like fists in a fight.

You shouldve called me.

It wouldve meant something.

This is my mind on your recorder; this is my soul that, that youre hearing.

I used to have my own songs.



If I dont mind, then this problem remains my own.

When thinkin outloud just makes you turn away.

Your silence is crushing.

All I want, Animal!



Damn, your friends were wrong.

With all of the things you know, with what little grace you show.

Just "send a list of instructions to the factory and upon its return well embrace it...

Only if its gold, only if its gold"

Its sickening in stereo.



If I dont mind, then this probem remains my own.

When holding things down, just makes you turn away.

The silence is crushing.

All I want, Animal!