| hail mary | |
| you're conveniently buried this evening | |
| missed me dodging bullets | |
| on a subject that is not worth repeating | |
| i wish you were my mother and i wish you couldn't hear | |
| i wish these memory lanes promoted growth instead of fear | |
| i wish i wasn't forced to rob a grave to pull you near | |
| hail mary | |
| here's the new baton to pass in the relay | |
| between the bathhouse | |
| and the colored mountains lining the freeway | |
| i wish you were my lover with your hands in place of ears | |
| i wish that co-dependence could sustain us through the years | |
| i wish that wrecking fantasies could pass for a career | |
| no one turn the light on in the morning | |
| someone turn the light on in the morning | |
| somebody turn the light on | |
| hail mary | |
| is this golden ticket all that you've left me? | |
| for the therapist to pawn off and retire off the proceeds | |
| i wish you were in person what you are in souvenirs | |
| i wish i could remember if my last words were sincere | |
| i wish i could construct a better song for you my dear |