Slim Pickins

Guess I'll end this life alone
I am not dramatic, these are just the thoughts that pass right through me
All the douchebags in my phone
Play 'em like a slot machine, if they're winning, I'm just losing

A boy who's jacked and kind
Can't find his ass to save my life

 

Oh, it's slim pickins
If I can't have the one I love, I guess it's you that I'll be kissin'
Just to get my fixins
Since the good ones are deceased or taken
I'll just keep on moanin' and bitchin'

Jesus, what's a girl to do?
This boy doesn't even know the difference between there, their, and they are
Yet he's naked in my room
Missin' all the things he's missin', God knows that he isn't livin' large

 

A boy who's nice that breathes
I swear he's nowhere to be seen

 

It's slim pickins
If I can't have the one I love, I guess it's you that I'll be kissin'
Just to get my fixings
Since the good ones are deceased or taken
I'll just keep on moanin' and bitchin'

Moaning and bitchin'

 

Since the good ones call their exes wasted
And since the Lord forgot my gay awakenin'
Then I'll just be here in the kitchen servin' up some moanin' and bitchin'

A Dance 'Round the Memory Tree

Words we had said
Grew in my head
Colored I thought
Send me to bed

Lost memories
Grew into trees
Cover the doors
Swallow the key

 

Winters shall come and gone you know

 
Winters shall come and gone you know

 
But I'll miss you young and free

 
For a dance round the memory tree

 

Said I forgot
But I did not
Dreams we have had
Play in my head

Did we believe,
The cry of the wind?
Did we regret?
Would we forget?

 

Winters have come and gone you know

 
Winters have come and gone you know

 
But I'll miss you young and sweet

 
For a dance round the memory tree