I'll take the best of your bad moods and dress them up to make a better you, 'cause all the company calls amount to one paycheck.

Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction?Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I'll tell you mine.You were the one, but I can'tspit it out when the date's been set.

I'm in Los Angeles today;garbage cans comprise the mediansof freeways always creeping,even when the population's sleeping.And I can't see why you'd want to live here.

And there's no blameFor how our love did slowly fadeAnd now that it's goneIt's like it wasn't there at allAnd here I rest where disappoinment and regret collideLying awake at night.