作曲 : The Front Bottoms 
got boulders on my shoulders
Collar bones begin to crack
There is very little left of me
And it's never coming back
There are certain things you ask of me
And there are certain things I lack
The beginning, we were winning
Now we're just making a fact
What's it matter anymore?
You believe the lies I tell
There's no meaning to the words
But we still sing these songs well
If we all left it alone
Sure it'd work itself out fine
We keep playing with the numbers
And we are running out of time
We are running, we are running
You're a killer and I'm your best friend
Think it's unfair, your situation
You say I'm changing,
Sorry I didn't know I had to stay the same
Could we talk about this later?
Your voice is driving me—driving me insane
（間奏）
I try to write you poems,
But the words—they don't make sense
My hand tries to grip the pencil,
But the fingers are too tense
And I try to show emotion,
But my eyes won't seem to wet
And I'd love to tell you stories,
But I can't remember how they went
You're a flashlight in a dark room for the loneliest black-out
You were all that we had left after it all was filtered out
Turn you on in a dark room right before we both pass out
Turn you on when I need you, but the batteries ran out
They ran out
You're a werewolf and I'm a full moon
All your very worst enemies be gone soon
I think you're changing
Don't worry, you don't got to stay the same
Can we talk about this later?
Your voice is driving me
Driving me insane