The Florist I’m dating the florist But I don’t know what to give her She likes hard liquor But it messes with her liver Her mother worked with rhinestones Sewed them into jackets She wanted to be a boxer But couldn’t quite hack it Me and Cheryl Lynn My lady of the flowers We hang out at the gym Working out for hours

Piles I can’t really remember now I thought she slept with her ex Creepy Phil who dealt ecstasy What a wicked weird mess I went back to the Greasy Wheel Cried in my bed for a while Grabbed the clippers out of the bathroom Shaved my hair off into piles

Lyrics: Did you know the best before you knew the worst? Just write a little love song For the ones in between Its ok to be you You’re perfect in your skin Just know that you are loved I would lose In a race to The top If it meant Id spend days with you Id hold my breath till my face tu

The Sound of Him Typing in the Other Room [RPM one-minute song] By Sherrie Flick and Eric Lipsky [G] [C] It’s a cauliflower sky and Susan is troubled [G] [C] by the ice on the walk as she makes her way [G] [] to the corner store [D] [C] [G] [] the pigeons scrabble and squawk at the parking meter’s feet, [D] [] which resembles a man with a hat [G]. [C] Susan walks her dog on the road by the park [G] [C] and thinks about her life that ticks like a clock [G] [] that’s wound and frayed [D] [C] [G] [] The dog yaps and barks at the man with a hat [D] [] Who looks like her uncle Dave [G] [C] It’s a cauliflower sky and Susan should make [G] [C] some curry tonight, and shove all her thoughts [G] [] into the trash [D] [] she should call her mom and shovel the walk [C] [G] but instead she remembers

Out of Gloom the simple way the snow moves compounds in shapes like we do banked by its nature, and ours too flakes drifting down disguising letting us think we're rising and bubbling up out of gloom

It takes a minute to laugh, and a minute to cry, the sun may shine, the moon may sigh, all aboard on this roller coaster ride. Feed the poor, pour the wine, wind the clock, have a good time, all aboard on this roller coaster ride. Hold your horses on the carousel, toss a tip into the wishingwell, have a funnel cake, and thank the large lady singing.

Still In The Dawn When you know That you have to go And be out on your own It's hard to leave Like infinity Hard to conceive The goodbyes still in your head With some kind words left unsaid Now you're gone Early morn Still in the dawn Early morn Still in the dawn

Little Bows The nighttime knows your name Calls you through the day Shakes you to the core Makes you go away And all you think you know Are lies wrapped up in little bows There’s something wrong with you What you can’t be sure It’s like you see a path Where others see a door The blood inside your brain Is starting to boil again You’re in the shit my friend

Lady Luck I slow-played my top set got sucked out on the river I know that lady luck is a taker not a giver I’m always counting cards they never add up right And then I go back slinking out into the night I’m eating raw spaghetti and beans out of a can Ask me where I’m going I’m sure I have a plan I’ve never been to Paris I’m rarely out of Jackson Bang on my screen door if something’s gonna happen