On The Verge of Tears

Patient ninefiveseven

Cardboard bum

With a gun

Nina bedford

Happiness

In the head

A scientist just like you

How big is your house?

The drug works chemically.

A complete makeover

Toast fucking

Drain the pipe

Lights off asshole

We always win

Somebody came in the wrong door

Were the handcuffs totally necessary

Waiting at home

Thank you I guess

One of them tried to kiss me

Why would he do that

I was concerned that he might fall

You are one of them

The opposite of straight

It’s called denial

Psychiatric mumbo  jumbo

You’re a special case

Ski is on it

Animal pornography

A bat and a pig

It’s gonna be amazing

Horse tranquilizers

Fuck happy

The data can be interpreted in many ways

We’re no 1

Mr. November

Do you think that’s funny?

Who cares?

These are fakes

The inventor of the drug

They’re talking about us

There is no hope for me

His heart on the outside of his body

A little softer

In circles

A little bit more in circles

Done

Land in Montana

Non-prescription

Everyone should have access to it

Papers to sign

It was supposed to be fixed

Our new drug

The real party

She must be another scientist

I had this dog in my head

And I haven’t seen it yet

My cap is luke

Happiness freelance artists

Super super model!

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