"Your hand on his arm, the hay stack charm around your neck, strung out and thin, calling some friend trying to cash some check, he's acting dumb, that's what you've come to expect. * I can't beat myselfI can't beat myselfAnd I don't want to talk.I'm taking the cure so I can be quietWhenever I want.So leave me aloneYou ought to be proud that I'm getting good marks."

“Wearing clothes that clashWondering 'is this treasure, is this trash?'Still trying to decide”

“Next door, the TV's flashingblue frames on the wall.It's a comedy from the seventieswith a lead no one recalls.He vanished into oblivionit's easy to doand I cried a sea when you talked to methe day you said we were through.But it's all right, some enchanted nightI'll be with you”

“I think the music business will eventually crush me, but I ... I'm ready.”

“Haven't laughed this hard in a long timeI better stop now before I start cryingGo off to sleep in the sunshineI don't want to see the day when its dying.”

“Drink up, baby, look at the starsI'll kiss you againBetween the barsWhere I'm seeing you thereWith your hands in the airWaiting to finally be caughtDrink up one more time and I'll make you mine...”

“London Bridge is safe and soundNo matter what you keep repeatingNothing's gonna drag me downTo a death that's not worth cheating”