- Better At You
I wish I were better at being good at more things
Like parties and dancing, take-offs and landings
I wish I were better at being good at more things
And you, I wish I were better at you
Your shades are drawn tight
You're in there with the dark
Sometimes I try to find you
- Broken things
Broken winged bird at your window
Won't let you touch her though
Sometimes pride can be
A burdened thing
Broken winged bird at your doorstep
Won't let you hold her yet
Though you ache to draw her in
- Dotted Lines
What is it, keeps me returning
To questions I ask
My paper heart has been burning
Since you threw a match
I can't quit a habit like you dear
Cold, as they say
Something about how you live here
- Lovesick
I'm lovesick, sick of love
My heart's just about had enough
I'm tired of games and all that stuff
I can't find no one to fall in it with
I'm lovesick, sick of love
Everybody's got a song
It serenades the night along
- Smoke and Mirrors
Throughout the history of love
There are unsolved mysteries of love
Like where does it come from
And where does it go
'Cause now you see it
And now you don't
Like that trick where they saw somebody in half
Or perform levitation with no strings attached
- The Good Life
There's an empty vase
Where roses would go
If flowers were the kind of thing he thought of
On his way home
But he's honey sweet
And I'm a honey bee
And our love will still be buzzing when the seasons change