Alba s touto skladbou:
The Stomach For It,
You can’t stay close enough to every boy you meet.
Drugs don’t taste good enough… since then you’ve been clean
You can’t stay close enough to every boy you meet.
Drugs don’t taste good enough… since then you’ve been clean
With every little taste your nails broke more beneath the surface
Of my unsteady, undying trust for your smile of decay.
Beneath the unending, undying light of such little surprise…
I could swear I never saw it coming.
I never saw it coming.
And with a moments pause he slipped right in..
When I was never there to begin with.
God, please take me home.
Please take me home
You can’t stay close enough to every boy you meet.
Drugs don’t taste good enough… since then you’ve been clean
You can’t stay close enough to every boy you meet.
Drugs don’t taste good enough… since then you’ve been clean
Here’s a pretty lie.
Here’s a big surprise.
Here’s a nasty taste.
Here’s a dying faith.
I can’t breath and I swear I’ll never make this bed.
Here’s a pretty lie.
Here’s a big surprise.
Here’s a nasty taste.
Here’s a dying faith.
I can’t breath and I swear we’re better off DEAD.
And I'm sick of redemption without revision.
And I'm sick of your eyes. (sick of your eyes)
This isn’t why you made her…
This isn’t why you made her…
You can’t stay close enough to every boy you meet.
Drugs don’t taste good enough… since then you’ve been clean
You can’t stay close enough to every boy you meet.
Drugs don’t taste good enough… since then you’ve been clean
You can’t stay close enough to every boy you meet.
Drugs don’t taste good enough… since then you’ve been clean
You can’t stay close enough to every boy you meet.
Drugs don’t taste good enough… since then you’ve been clean
