forget the radio, we have our lungs to entertain us. we have our hearts to soon betray us, we don't have to live like this any longer. so write a letter to your mother about all the time she did you wrong and all the things she did that made you like this.

so tell me, would it be easier to blame it on someone else? you never were one to admit you were wrong.

well, everything will be the same tomorrow and every time i wonder why you had to go, i wish you would die. i wish that all the days i wasted my time with you weren't all in vain.

number four on the 10 cd. do you realize what it means to me. everyone's at the party, but we're outside, please tell me why these lines sound so repetitve, like i've heard them all before. i'd rather go back inside than have to sit and listen to myself tonight...

so tell me, would it be easier if i believed in you and said every word from your lips was true?

can i steal one last kiss before i go? you know we're never gonna get any better. blaming everything on one another. it's too bad, that's all we ever learned to do.

so everyone is sitting on the living room floor, singing the best of the cure from the start to the end. so unaware that the smiles we exchange are cheap and quite orchestrated...