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02. Annie was not that smart ||

Annie had half a heart

Annie, poor Annie

Was full of hot air,

Yes

Annie was just a fart

Annie was bad at cards,

But Annie could drive a car

Annie poor Annie

Just ran out of gas,

Poor Annie—

That's just the start!

Annie goes out to bar;

Annie's so good at darts

Annie poor Annie

She acts like a man,

But Annie is not from mars.

Annie was drunk that night

Me and Annie just got in a fight

Annie, poor Annie—

She just couldn't dance

No,

Annie just wasn't right

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I'm so sick

I'm so tired

Of all

Of these services

Asking

For money

It's donuts, you know

And I don't eat sugar

I'm sick of my curves—

They're so perfect,

But her, she has none

And you love her

And you're what

I want

So

Fuck this

I'm a disaster

I'll be here after the show

For a while

But don't talk to me!

I'm just a broken

Soul

A guitarist

Who knows only

Words

At the surface

I'd rather be her

(I just want to go home with you;

If I take my clothes off,

You'll probably throw up, though)

I just want to go home

You know

Kingdom come

Or whatever you call it

When you're just

Done

I got blood under my fingernails

If I cut myself,

It starts pouring rain

I got blood under my eyes,

But if I

Now I know too well,

The well of tears on my guitar

She's got a body like one

Oh her curves

But I just wonder what it like to be loved

By stars

Socialites and superstars

They're Gods, you know

How high up they are

Above us

And he lives in an ascended dimension,

But he insists, he says

Her transcendence is upon us

He said

Your transcendence is upon us

He says these things,

And then just vanishes

So she gets up promptly

Warms up yesterday's coffee

Looks around in her coffin

And wonders

What for

I just

Wonder what it's like to be loved by stars

Without double r's, you know

I've got scars

But it's mostly just

Teardrops, and soft kisses

On my guitar

Cause, oh, Oli,

I ain't got nobody—

And nobody holds me

Like I hold Oli

(Could have been Ali,

But of course—

I had already lost that one

A whole well of tears,

I lost

At his departure

And a whole well more

When I actually lost him

I almost miss

Having someone to talk to

About anything and everything

But I've got Oli

And God now

I've got Oli

And Oli (oli)

Is all that I've got

Besides God

That's the only contact

In my

Phone book

No more double Ls

And double entendres;

No more double rs

At all

Just scars now

No more metaphors.

Honest is radical

I like them cynical

I should have clinical insanity by now

But I'm only just an artist

You can't help

But can only harm that

And if it hurts hard enough

I'll put art on my walls

Become permanent

Storybooks all over my arms now

My coat of arms now

I've run Ten point 5 miles

In the last 3 days;

But if I rest today

Will a motorc