I write a lot. It's mostly lies. I fall in love to pass the time. I never fit. I never tried. I need the struggle to feel alive. All I want are records on my stereo. I'm better off, baby, when I'm all alone. That's a lie. Dirty cigarettes and a dirty soul. Tell me I'm enough. I am dying to know what it's like. This sound is f*****, but I don't mind. It's wrong enough to feel alright. I think a lot, like all the time. I get in trouble when things get quiet. All I want are records on my stereo. I'm better off, baby, when I'm all alone. That's a lie. Dirty cigarettes and a dirty soul. Tell me I'm enough. I am dying to know what it's like.