Certain Sounds

There are certain sounds that I simply can't afford 
"let's stay friends" well those are three very expensive words
I ain't got no money, so I spend all my time 
tryin' to figure out why I'm not yours and you're not mine

Nineteen years, you have grown quite cynical 
I sit back, write my thoughts, drink my Pinnacle 
you read Salinger, Hemingway, Thoreau, and Twain 
you're gonnna, backpack through Germany and study on the coast of Spain 

There are certain sounds that I simply can't afford 

"let's stay friends" well those are three very expensive words

I ain't got no money, so I spend all my time 

tryin' to figure out why I'm not yours and you're not mine

I can keep secrets, you know I keep them real good 

I follow the, same criteria every ex girlfriend should 

you actually love her, but you still want me

go ahead and, slap me in the fucking face

watch me bleed 

If a piece of glass can be rounded by the sea

why is that love went up and lost,
 you know she lost you and me 

if a referee can get paid to call a game fair 

why is that we lost all touch

I no longer care

Cause there are certain sounds that I simply can't afford 

let's stay friends well those are three very expensive words

I ain't got no money so I spend all my time

tryin' to figure out why I'm not yours and you're not mine 

Benjamin

Benjamin, 
I got some dreams up my sleeve
but I've kept every kiss I've received 
I love every breath you breathe
when it's you and me

Mr. Cash he went and walked that line
a love like ours boy is fine as kind
realer then the sun that shines, 
I am yours and you are mine, yeah 

Oh Oh Oh

Girls and boys like to push each others buttons 
I'd rather make you blueberry muffins 
thanksgiving dinner with gravy and stuffing, 
on the side is some of your lovin', yeah 

Benjamin he went and took out the trash
after my nineteenth birthday bash, 
lord knows he ain't got no cash, but-
a love like ours thats how it lasts, yeah

Oh Oh Oh

Benjamin when the sky ain't blue, 
it's cause I ain't holding hands with you 
we got a love thats truer then true 
good ol' me and good ol' you, yeah 

Oh Oh Oh 

If I Married A Musician, I'd Kill Him

If I married a doctor, I know what he'd say

he'd look me in the eyes and tell me I could never sail away

My feet would always be cold on the mahogany floors 

and I'd lose my mind counting all the windows and doors

of our beautiful house

My mum always told me that love was blind

that I should stop paying rent

on apartments that ain't mine

I've tried, hey hey hey 

If I married an artist he would paint me the sky 

we'd run in our bare feet and he would never make me cry 

he would kiss, dance, and never lie

but that grass would always be greener 

on the other side,

on the other side 

My aunt always told me that love was blind

that I should stop paying rent

on apartments that ain't mine

I've tried, hey hey hey 

If I married a pilot I would be by his side

form London to Paris to New York, to Dubai

that would be a chance to see this world

but at the end of every day the sky

would be his girl,

would be his girl

I was always taught that love was blind

that I should stop paying rent

on apartments that ain't mine 

I've tried, hey hey hey hey.....

Good Girls Go To Heaven, Bad Girls Go Everywhere

I left in the morning for San Antone

two thousand miles from a happy home 

I don't know where to go 

I sat next to Satan on the 8 o clock train

he said "girl stop crying, I can heal your pain" 

I told him I, 

don't know where to hide

I broke all my promises 

all my solemnly swears

good girls go to heaven, 

bad girls go everywhere 

I did my lover wrong back in Tennessee 

I got no money in my pockets

and no man to miss me 

I took his hand cause I liked the sound

of his voice when he told me he could show me around

and now I've been out and down

I ran with him for 33 days

through smoke and fog in a summer haze

till he said hey, 

honey you can't stay 

I broke all my promises 

all my solemnly swears

good girls go to heaven, 

bad girls go everywhere

I did my lover wrong up in Santa Fe

I keep thinking about tomorrow 

cause I can't think today 

I sat next to Jesus on a red eyed flight 

I was bleary eyed in the middle of the night 

he said "friend, it's nice to see you again" 

He asked me how I was as I hid my eyes

he said "girl I don't wanna hear no stories or lies cause I know, 

how far you will go"

You broke all your promises all your solemnly swears

good girls to heaven, you bad girls go everywhere 

you did your lover wrong in the rolling his 

you thought you could keep living on cheap thrills 

Jesus said "girl go on home, you've been broke and I know 

where you've roamed, can't you see? I say come follow me"

How could I possibly say no? I followed him but I walked real slow

cause I was sure, 

I'd been there before

I broke all my promises

all my solemnly swears 

now I'm going to heaven 

cause I've been everywhere 

I did my lover wrong in the Texas plains 

now its come that time to find myself a new train 

yeah

No Worries

I missed the foghorn blowing out my window

so I went and bought myself a water bed

to put in my apartment in New York City

objects don't make the body feel at home

so we built a celling that was made of glass

to watch the stars & moonlight shine

it was a bitch to clean

and it was loud when it rained

but god, it looked so pretty in the night

I still miss the fire burning in my wood stove

with the dogs & the cat sleeping peacefully

and the laundry that we hung on the clothes line

I forgot how good my mother looks in pink

Expectations

Diving in sounds pretty nice

falling in sounds even better

thats the difference between

me and these people

who call themselves artists

I suppose it's filthy

how independent I am

watching people watch me

watching the people who ask me questions

watching the people who expect...

goddamn, they just expect everything

don't they?

If I could wash expectations

like the way I wash my hands

I believe I would be in a floating boat

not this capsized vessel

Expectations like sharp blades

no, rusty blades

strike into my thoughts

into my daily habits and routines

Expectations are a dangerous

game to play around with

if you begin to find yourself

falling or diving in 

My Mood, Swings

My mood swings

like when I was a little girl

even now I suppose

I still like to give underdogs

& land with my eyes closed

In fact it was just

the other day

my mood was swinging

so high so fast

that my head could not handle it

my legs gave out

I could no longer pump

& though I could not see their face

someone began pushing me

my mood still swings