الأغاني: Number Twelve Looks Like You (The). Worse Than Alone. Given Life.

When your head is on backwards, where do you see?
If your lungs begin to wilt like mine, how will you breathe?
You can't drop your past without digging a hole.
The sky opens up, and my pulse drops.
Always plummet when I see your rain.

No one has your back in a bar full of strangers.
No one takes your blood pressure at a college party.
No one takes your hand when you need it the most.

If Lola could see this now, we'd have to stich her back up.
Dragging your thimble across the blackboard, don't drink from that cup.


When your legs turn to arms, will you lift the ground?
Dig her up and polish her clean.
Sharpshooter behind door number one. Monty Monty Monty

You're not supposed to laugh at this part, it's where the General and Jester are bridged.
Sunny unity of character, just blowing in the breeze.

(Thanks to collin for these lyrics)