Oh, the fruit of love is poisoned at the pit of it And the wine of love is sweet but laced with acid And the drug of love brings visions and ecstasy Then it knocks you on your ass and ruins everything And the valley of love is filled with rattlesnakes And the river of love is filled with toxic waste And the ocean of love will never go calm Until every shoreline town’s been swept away And the winners may write the history But the losers make the art So while the rich make the laws, may we join hands all To sing a carol for the bitter at heart The satellite of love transmits dark secrets That the government of love hides from its citizens You can jump off the grid, but you’d better stay well hid Or your fate will be worse than Siberian And the car of love is a Pinto And the house of love has countless trap doors And there’s a room with no windows and a room made of broken glass, And molasses covers every last floor (chorus) Lovers of the world, choke on your chocolates And partners of the world, swallow your flowers For every human soul will drift away alone And some will practice all their living hours For the candy of love is a sleeping pill And the medicine of love is a sleeping pill Take it from none but the one whom you trust And the one whom you trust, you just mustn’t trust (chorus) When you thrust your body through fire Count the ways that a fire might start Take a deep breath and enjoy your little death Then sing a carol for the bitter at heart Oh, the winners may write the history But the losers make the art So while the rich make the laws, may we join hands all To sing a carol for the bitter at heart

Nobody notices the moon Without anybody else on their mind The moon is in the same phase In everybody else’s sky Nobody looks up at the night sky Without that stupid look in their eyes But nobody knows Where shooting stars go when they die I said to you, “Some people wish on those stars.” You said, “Sure, some people do,” And you kept your eyes on the road As the streetlamps glowed Yellow, orange, and blue Spend all my money on the wells While you decide which of your graphic novels to sell You’ve read those stories before They’ve got nothing more to tell you I guess you’ve got to feed the meter When the ride comes to an end When you stop, the moon stops too Although it never really followed you And I guess you’ve got some money left to spend You can chart your own way out of town But a plan’s just where a dream meets a lie And you don’t know Where shooting stars go When they die Nobody knows Where shooting stars go When they die

Nate, it’s me I hope I didn’t wake you But I think I saw your dad In this dream I had Anyway, I don’t know why I called I hope you’re doing fine You don’t have to call me back Why did I call? (Why did she call?) It’s been three months (It’s been three months) He’s probably (I know I’m) Happier alone (and now we’re playing phone tag) How’s it going, Chloe? I know I missed the boat But happy birthday Are you still working at that pharmacy? Did you want to get coffee or something? Or are you seeing someone? I don’t mean to be weird Please call me back Why’s he calling now? (Why did I call just now?) It’s been three weeks (It’s been three weeks) She’s probably (I’m finally) Doing fine alone (and now we’re playing phone tag) This coffee’s pretty weak Really? Mine’s extremely bitter What? Nothing. Look, You didn’t have to meet me (Why did I have to meet you?) I didn’t mean that (You kind of meant that) Well, only kind of… I’m sorry I got weird It’s been more than a year Well honestly, it’s getting (Don’t tell me it’s) Hard to be alone (Don’t make me gag) At least we’re not playing phone tag

I want to be alone If you call me, I won’t answer Our love is growing fast And it’s spreading like a cancer But do you really want to be alone tonight? Is my love for you such a disease? Is it something that you really want to fight? It’s a serious condition Quick of heart and short of breath Treatments cost a fortune The best cases end in death You can lead the moon In charming conversation If that will help you satisfy Your romantic fixation You can keep your stupid moon You can keep it. I hate it The moon won’t help me quit you Besides, health is overrated It’s a serious condition Quick of heart and short of breath Treatments cost a fortune The best cases end in death It’s not that I don’t care Yeah, you’re just scared of living in the first place That’s not fair Can’t we spare each other the pain? Lead our safe and separate lives full of songs about the moon and trains Does that not sound like pain to you? I want to be alone tonight You’ve made that bed, now sleep Pray a bed made for one suits you better than me The alternative don’t come cheap It’s a serious condition Quick of heart and short of breath Treatments cost a fortune The best cases end in death

Who the fuck is that guy? Who the fuck is that guy? Who the fuck is that? Who the fuck is that guy? Who the fuck is that? Who the fuck is that guy? Who the fuck is that guy? (His name is Ben) Who the fuck is that guy? (He studies medicine) Who the fuck is that guy? (I met him at Goth Night) Who the fuck is that? Who the fuck is that girl? Who the fuck is that girl? Who the fuck is that? Who the fuck is that girl? Who the fuck is that? Who the fuck is that? Who the fuck is that girl? (She has a house on the Cape) Who the fuck is that girl? (She only works part-time) Who the fuck is that girl? (She took me to the opera) Who the fuck is that? Stand-up comedian Freelance activist Big city lawyer Who do you think you are? Who the fuck is that girl? (Who the fuck is that guy?) Who the fuck is that girl? (Who the fuck is that guy?) Who the fuck is that? Who the fuck is that? Who the fuck is that girl (guy)?

Well, the flies finally came for the recycling bin I dropped a piece of old fruit into a booby-trapped tin Another summer in Somerville getting dragged down the street like a dump truck I walked down to the Mystic at midnight again Trying to escape the panicked smell of everybody else’s trashcans And the water glowed like a TV left on after the shows And the mosquitoes droned heavy and fat, and I knew You were across the river in Medford with somebody new Another summer in Somerville getting dragged downstream Like a salmon losing all of its skin Whiskey afternoons give way to lonely nights Ride the bus all day, try to stay occupied I’ve taken up the blues, every song goes out to you I can’t wait ‘til the summer is through Staring at the sun, willing it to set I bet the days would pass much faster if we’d never met Say you want to be my friend In the drunk text messages you send Summer in Somerville dragging slow and hard like a matchstick Summer in Somerville dragging you around Another summer in Somerville dragging you around Summer in Somerville I took another cold shower at 10 in the morning I was screaming as loud as I could before I knew what I was doing It’s summer in West Somerville and the kids are running through the roads like chickens on fire (It’s summer in East Somerville, 86 is running slow, and my legs are so tired)

Next time drink more water Next time keep your fool mouth shut Throw on some clothes Bike back across the river Chase down the winter sun Whiskey will never love you Just because someone doesn’t love you And you won’t stop the wedding Just by running down the aisle And shouting like an asshole Last night you lost the right to fight the good fight So keep walking, build momentum Head back into the city Pick up some groceries Cook yourself a healthy dinner Shower in the evening Without singing country songs This is the walk home from the car crash This is the tide rolling out the garbage And you won’t get your sea legs Just by swimming around in circles Drinking your troubles Last night you lost the right to fight the good fight