the day
 to be alright, not bad, just fine
 for most of us most Of the time

 - wait 'till when she'll pretend
 that you know it's the end-
 (& i'd say)

 i can still taste
 your breath upon my face
 she's everywhere
 i've seen enough
 i'll always be
 some kind of wussypuff
 I'm turning out the lights
 i'm wound too tight
 can't sleep
 been on my knees
 so long i can't find my feet

 do what it takes to make it through
 the day

 to be alright, not bad, just fine
 for most of us most Of the time

 - wait 'till when she'll pretend
 that you know it's the end-
 (& i'd say)

 i can still taste
 your breath upon my face
 she's everywhere
 i've seen enough
 she'll always be
 my little wussypuff
 I'm stahling out again
 i'm staying up on ephidrin
 can't sleep
 been on my knees
 so long i can't find my feet

 (a stick, a stone, it's the end of
 the road, it's the rest of a stump,
 it's a little alone, it's a sliver of
 glass, it is life, it's the sun, it's the
 night, it is death, it's the trap, it's
 the gun)

 molly's lips and fingertips