Back Against the WallNow you find out
Yeah, your back's against the wall
If I'm a burnout
Might as well just burn it all
I don't listen much no more
I don't listen anymore, yeah they ask me why?
Cul-de-SacTough luck
You don't need me anymore
No you don't
And when my eyes were closed
You left me miserable
In the morning
I'll wait out the winter
Dark DaysThis endless night
This funeral dirge
We celebrate life
At the end of the earth
When everything is gone
There'll be nothing left lose
The ice is closing in
FactoriesI built this life for you
With my own two hands
You've been sneaking around
You've been with another man
And I hope you know
Bloody well what you've done to me
When I come home
Familiar PatternsThis business ain't for the faint of heart
Well, I fell for the bullshit
And then I started falling apart
And by the end of the summer
I let him get the best of me
What a god damn bummer
What a waste of my energy
If This Tour Doesn't Kill You, I WillIf this tour doesn't kill you then I will
I hate your guts and it makes me ill
Seeing your face every morning
One more month and 22 days
If this tour doesn't kill, I may
Counting down the miles till we leave the state
I'm counting down the minutes till I can't erase
Every memory of you
MabuI went down to the water (oh oh oh)
With the help of my father
Out of the lake in mid-June
I pulled my car, Mabu
I need an engine that runs
It came down to the wire (oh oh oh)
Put the pump to the tire (oh oh oh)
Never TryEvery morning I keep sleepin'
Cause in the nighttime, I'm dreamin' of
My childhood schoolyard
I was breathing
Air on the street where I grew up
You tell me I should know better
You're probably right
ReservoirTook a path to the top of the mountain
You walk forever just to meet me at the reservoir
Outta luck, outta money
Take your clothes off, meet me at the reservoir
Meet me at the reservoir!
Meet me at the reservoir!
I guess you live and you learn
Totally FineHiding out of a back of a parking lot
A thousand choices that I probably should've called off
Fixate on every little thing
I don't eat, I don't sleep, I don't do anything
Lately, I've started to feel like I'm slowly dying
And if I'm being real, I don't even mind
Whether I'm at my worst, or I'm totally fine
YukonIn the Yukon valley
Where I spent my summer past
I was alone in the bush where
The tide's slow and the river moves fast
And, oh that golden temptress
That golden witch
We were on the tundra
In a land where the sun don't set