planet telex

everyone is, everything is broken
why can't you forget?

found my rosebud

now i don't mind if i hurt you

good old world

and there's a rose upon her breast
where i long to lay my head
and her hair was so yellow
and the wine was so red
back in the good old world

lousy weekend

doesn't matter what you eat
i think you're all a bunch of creeps
and i would like to see you all gone
stop comin' round my door
i don't care for you no more
wish you would all just go away

oh, oh, oh the telephone rings
oh, oh, oh, there's nobody there
talk about a lousy weekend

everyone’s honest

i had a girl who screwed around with someone else
she let me know almost immediately
and as soon as i found out
i treated her like a broken toy and threw her out
that’s what she got for being honest[...]

[...]everyone’s honest eventually

teenage angst

since i was born i started to decay
now nothing ever ever goes my way