• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Not So Posi After All - Punch
• Mending Is Better Than Ending - Punch
• Make The Good Times That Much Better - Punch
• If You Can't Now You Never Could - Punch
• Get Back - Punch
• Fuming - Punch
• Feminists Don't Have A Cow - Punch
• Don't Start - Punch
• Break A Leg - Punch
• Right Of Way - Punch
• Rewrite - Punch
• Ol' Factory - Punch
• We're Not In This Together - Punch

I know I must unfurl a finger. One by one. Knuckles
white. But this is one fight I just can’t win. When it’s
one sided it’s no fun and it’s not fair. So why can’t I
just let go? I need to take a step back. I’m giving more

Afraid of anyone looking to closely, too many chances to
fail. A landscape full of tiny holes, undetectable from a
distance. Upon closer inspection they might be big enough
for a finger or even a hand to poke through, rip down.

Time heals all wounds. And with time comes wisdom too. A
transition is an end or a new beginning. Two lines run
parallel, again at a crossroads. With strength not
betrayed by major muscle groups, and courage not improved

Pages gone missing, other just blank. Crumpled up
receipts. Feelings thrown away. Nothing left to say, and
it’s a fucking joke. Was everything just cliché? On the
surface it seems to be,

Want to get back to where I started. When did my glass
become half empty? Loss of control, Out of proportion.
Now I just want to get it back. Looking where it can’t be
found, with eyes turned out. Now I just want to get back.
Want to get back to where I started, because I don’t know

What I lack in speed, I make up with efficiency. Although
the former seems to be what matters to you. And though I
take up much less space, I’m the one who’s in your way?
Guess my digital response to your one note protest is as
primitive as my mode of transportation. Just press your
magic pedal, and fume into the sunset. I don’t want to

Like apples to oranges, both fruitful. Two eyes, two
ears, two ovaries too. That’s where we draw the line, and
it’s the differences that give us an excuse. No words to
resist. Can’t write without a thumb. How can she say she
doesn’t want this done? And every thirteen months, until
she’s no good, given what will only be taken away to the
same fate, or a veal crate. All for the precious by
product. If you wouldn’t want your mother, sister,
friend, as a milk and baby factory, don’t let it happen
in your name to a creature with two eyes, two ears, two

Desire to finish what is started, so it just never gets
off the ground. Is this stubborn circle a good way not to
fail, or just a means of trickery? Pressure coming from
outside and within. Is it real or imagined? Just don’t

Squint a little so the edges blur. What are you afraid
of? Gone the band shirts, pins, and patches. Just a sea
of skin and hair. Sure they will judge you; it’s an
extension of how you judge yourself. Your doubts and
insecurities only give it weight. How about this once,
just close your eyes, open your mouth, and let it all

Always thought that one is one, but I guess that’s not
the case, because now I know two does not equal four
wheels. Better step aside- where you’re going is not as

Thankful for the power of erasers and backspace. Words
written at a weak time, they are now meaningless. Those
spoken can’t be taken back. Hope to plug the holes in the
colander that lets everything wash away.Desperate to hold

Deodorant and Alzheimer’s? Deodorant and breast cancer?
Forget it. You’re over reacting. Research shows nine out
of ten consumers prefer the smell of chemicals to people,

Struggling to remember how I felt at the time. An
evolution of understanding that hasn’t progressed very
far. Sickening feeling that I should have seen it coming.
That I did, but didn’t want to see it coming. Does that
mean I could have done more? I think your mind was made
up. Another bystander. The movie you were playing, the
songs in your head. This was no reunion. No stars were
aligned that day. In a dream I saw you. You said you were
all alone. Sharp these words; they stayed with me. In the