| A New Level of Cool |
| "Myopic Little Me" Woke up this morning. Awakened by a thunderstorm warning. Slammed my hand on the clock-raido. Said, "Fuck the weather, I've got places to go." Myopic little me. I don't see well with the lights down low. You said it caused most of our fights. I used to mistake you for a giggolo. Maybe I wasn't wrong, maybe it was insight. Myopic little me. I get so tired of hearing the same old lines. You'd think I'd learn to heed some good advice. After oh-so many times of getting burned. You'd think I'd learn, but I don't. I had our stories written down together. But I guess that was my mistake. Cause I like wholes and you like pieces. And you stuck around just to see what made me break. Myopic little me. |
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| "Time and Attention" We got it going on. Admit it, you were wrong. We don't hide we don't wait, and we don't hesitate, We're the girls in the band and we're here to demand A little time and attention. You blew us off, and yeah, we knew. You thought we wanted to be badass like you. Well, things changed and they turned and the girls that you spurned Got your balls in their hands and they're here to demand A little time and attention. |
| "Bobbie Pin" You got a problem, I got a way to solve it. You got a conflict, I got a way to resolve it. I got the key to the master plan. I got the answers right here in my hand. It's my bobbie pin. I know a boy who thinks he could use it. But I know this boy, this boy would only lose it. Open up your house, open up your car Open up your life, open up your heart With my bobbie pin. Whoever knew the answers to the problems of the world Could be found on the head of a girl? Who ever knew the solutions could be laid bare If I just let down my hair? |
| ""Undone" How can you be so goddamn articulate When I'm just struggling to speak? How can you be so goddamn graceful When I'm just struggling to stay on my feet? Congratulations, my mind's been blown, I'm picking up the pieces one by one. Congratulations, my heart's been thrown, Now it's taking all I've got not to come undone. How come it comes so easily to you? Is it just another lucky roll of the dice? You play this world like it's your personal piano, But I don't know no one who could make it sound so nice. |
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