Villains

i'm visiting
the ground's a little weathered where i stood
right field in my neiborhood
i was mostly last, always least
dig it

at graduation everyone
will throw their hats into the sun
then they'll drop like flies to the sea
this is not my cup of tea

and valerie
the winter won't be keeping her around
i'm nailing leaves to the ground
but it feels like sand underneath
dig it

she's never letting me forget
i've always been an idiot
and at times like this i agree
this is not my cup of tea

crash
in a wrinkle of steel we are gone
will my last breath be a yawn
watching them sorting debris
this is not my cup of tea

when my love complained, every word
a breath on my last dandelion
and so lovers will leave and their tears
souvenirs for the very first time

i searched the world reluctant
to find a lover enthusiastic
speak to me barely if at all

when i was a boy, funny things
water wings kept you confident
a belly of wine, similar
to keep yourself indifferent

and i scraped the bargain basement
bought a lover less than fantastic
spoke to me barely if at all

taste perfume that burns my throat
and i am free of envelope
squeeze an instant out of me

and she placed a hand between our lips
how could anything be so precious
she kissed me barely if at all

and she, with a hand between our lips
gave me what we now have in common
she left me barely if at all

and if i ever drive you mild, and
suffering this open kiss
and i'm barely juvenile
when everyone is outrageous,
and i alone will be sleeping through
the afternoon

and if i ever drive your style, and
suffering your day predicted
with no ability to rile

and every yawn is contageous
and i alone will be sleeping through
the afternoon

i should drive you wild

ever drive you mild
ever drive you mild
ever drive you mild

my sister had a nursery rhyme
set of figurines
she'd often let me play with them i'd
set 'em up in different scenes
fifty plastic army men, led by superman
destroyed the ranks of mother goose
mary and her little

lamb slips away and catches
sister getting real
and i can too, as long as i don't
make a sound

when we were real we were in love
with everone and everything, i guess it
was the beauty of
bluebird clears his throat of phlegm
and static singing operatic
evening comes, and the butterflies are
bats eat the spider that had saddled up
beside her
and the dish, his lovin' spoon were
never found
and i'm taking flight seeking relief, the
lure of handkerchief so white
i chase it straight into the ground

we are for today
we are for the moment

we are a crusade
but we are invalid

1 am rummaging
stained my hands on her antique
2 am

reverend girl

I am so indifferent
I am whatever

3 am cellophane
suffocates my favorite things
4 am

the reverend girl
seems that the more we're achieving,
the less chance of leaving this world
with a reverend girl

another lover wakes me
head upon a window pane
before the thunder shook us
she could always smell the rain

a year is dissipating
another hail cannot disdain
never mind the thunder
now my lover smells like
now my lover smells like
now my lover smells like rain

when i was young and knew everything
and she a punk who rarely ever took advice
now i'm guilt stricken,
sobbing with my head on the floor
stop a baby's breath and a shoe full of rice

i can't be held responsible
cause she was touching her face
i won't be held responsible
she fell in love in the first place

for the life of me i cannot remember
what made us think that we were wise and
we'd never comprimise
for the life of me cannot believe
we'd ever die for these sins
we were merely freshman

my best friend took a week's
vacation to forget her
his girl took a week's worth of
valium and slept
now he's guilt stricken sobbing with his
head on the floor
think's about her now and how he never really
wept he says

we've tried to wash our hands of all of this
we never talk of our lacking relationships
and how we're guilt stricken sobbing with our
heads on the floor
we fell through the ice when we tried not to
slip, we'd say

i should be half a mile from here

i will go anywhere she goes
shoulder the bags of a previous lover
i will go anywhere she goes
sleep on the pillow that reeks
of another

a will of mine to be impressive
i'm an amorous man

i will go anywhere she goes
whenever, whatever the distance

the court demed me to be offensive
i'm an ominous man

once love is unanimous
no order demands

i should be half a mile from here

the court deemed me to be obsessive
i'm the ominous man
jury reject the alibi's seemingly water-
tight
for the ominous man

i am the ominous man