From the recording The Paint Splats

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Loud cigarettes on the ocean floor
Can we redecorate or is it too late?
Should I wait for something more?
Since I don't know who I am
I'm a little torn

Half-eaten bottles in my bed
Mirror tells me my nose is too red
To go to church - sunday mourns
Should I run for governor?
I'm a little torn

Now I know what you're thinking
You're thinking I can take a piss
Without my pants becoming totally unzipped
Now I don't know if that's really true
But the first person I tell
Well, that could be you, yeah

Fire alarm is screaming at me
All I wanted was to reheat my keys
The locks too cold
It's taking form
Of the second lady
I'm a little torn
I'm a little torn
I'm a little torn