| Settling in my body | |
| And the body settles into the bed | |
| And then the bed settles into the grit familiar | |
| Of the damages we put it | |
| I need drive | |
| Otherwise I might dance in the traffic | |
| I'll take two quick shots of the system crystals | |
| A medicine if you have it | |
| Do you have it? | |
| I'm in a settled place sometimes | |
| Where I can't stop touching my face | |
| It's probably just a miracle approaching me | |
| That smoke will erase | |
| What am I selling today? | |
| I can't track the kickback | |
| I want my bucket of tricks back | |
| 'Cause without it I just cannot relax | |
| Can someone please call the police? | |
| I can't compete with your damages | |
| I cannot collect, I cannot collect | |
| I cannot collect | |
| Can someone please call the police? | |
| I'm falling out of my seat | |
| I'm getting nothing, I'm going nowhere | |
| I cannot collect, I cannot collect | |
| Betsy is out crazy | |
| Why do we fall so easily? | |
| It's like a deep sheet haunting the room | |
| Matching the walls of the waiting room | |
| I like how you can sleep anywhere | |
| I like the lines you throw me | |
| I like the way you lie | |
| Ad how you kiss me like you know me | |
| Sound the alarms and call the horns | |
| I don't see the harm in charming damages | |
| I cannot collect, I cannot collect | |
| I cannot collect | |
| Someone please call the police | |
| I can't repeat all these damages | |
| I cannot collect, I cannot collect | |
| Someone please call the police | |
| I'm falling out of my seat | |
| I'm getting nothing, I'm going nowhere | |
| I cannot collect, I just cannot collect |