- "...well, better than the alternative" by Will Wood
"Cigarette burns, laugh lines, wide dimples If they could see the future back when times were simple Would they kiss your cheek or yank the bandage off? Let you speak or take advantage of how If everyone's sick, well,, then nobody can catch it And if everybody's different, how could anybody match? And we're looking through the pockets of the hand-me-downs we've laid out Wondering if we'll fit into the yesterdays we've played out
"Everybody knows that nobody knows that Everybody's all up in my god damn business This isn't my first kiss, it's better to be lost than Loved, now, isn't it?
"Baby, could you play along with me? Baby, would that be alright with you? And when we find out what's wrong with me Could you tell me how I'm right for you? Baby, could you play along with me? Baby, would that be alright with you? And when we find out what's wrong with me Could you tell me how, could you tell me how And if I'm still pretty?"