I Don't Want You
I Don't Need You
I Don't Love You
Because Hey
I'm The Loneliest Place
Medicated Imbecile Girl
Running Your Mouth
You Think Your Trust Fund's Running
The World
But Hey
I Think It's Running Out
So Keep Your Tongue In Your Mouth
And Let Your Finger-tips Trace
I Fall Off Your Blouse
Hey,
Into The Loneliest Place
I Don't Want You
I Don't Need You
I Don't Miss You
Because Hey
I'm The Loneliest Place
Medicated Imbecile Girl
You Keep Running You Mouth
You've Got Your Pockets Filled With Drugs
But Hey
I Think You're Running Out
So You Figured Me Out
Saw The Scars On My Face
I Walked Out Your House
Hey, Back To The Loneliest Place