Tension's up like fists in a fight. 

You should've called me. 

It would've meant something. 

This is my mind on your recorder; this is my soul that, that you're hearing. 

I used to have my own songs. 



If I don't mind, then this problem remains my own. 

When thinkin outloud just makes you turn away. 

Your silence is crushing. 

All I want, Animal! 



Damn, your friends were wrong. 

With all of the things you know, with what little grace you show. 

Just "send a list of instructions to the factory and upon its return we'll 

embrace it... 

Only if it's gold, only if it's gold" 

It's sickening in stereo. 



If I dont mind, then this probem remains my own. 

When holding things down, just makes you turn away.

The silence is crushing.

All I want, Animal!