| Song | Square One |
| Artist | Jay Brannan |
| Album | Always, Then, & Now |
| 作曲 : Jay Brannan | |
| 作词 : Jay Brannan | |
| Does anybody here have a soul? | |
| Put the thermostat on overdrive, the air is bitter cold | |
| Everywhere I look is nip and tuck | |
| And every song they play in here is, vapid as ******* | |
| I don't give a *******t about the weekend | |
| I don't wanna hear about your car or what you're drinking | |
| Don't know what to make of all of this | |
| The same people claiming "it get's better" | |
| Treat everyone like *******t | |
| Everyone sings about leaving, breaking off | |
| But where the hell do they run? | |
| Here we were receiving. giving, making love | |
| Till some, something came undone, | |
| Sticking me back at ******* one | |
| Pigs and asses used to live on farms | |
| Friendly skies weren't always over | |
| And buy airborne, infants and arms | |
| Life's a beach and should you swim astray | |
| You'll fade to grey, some cast away | |
| There's no lifeguard service today | |
| Falling for the foolish can be tough | |
| But everything is possible, | |
| When you hate yourself enough | |
| Not my proudest moment, but the one I've got | |
| It's a little painful, being so much, | |
| Less cool then you buy a lot | |
| Everyone sings about leaving, breaking off | |
| But where the hell do they run? | |
| Here we were receiving. giving, making love | |
| Till some, something came undone, | |
| Sticking me back at ******* one | |
| I just met you yesterday and I'm | |
| Already imagining the break up | |
| A little love making and a second pâté | |
| Is enough to keep me charging towards the shake up | |
| You're ******* out of my league, | |
| When will I learn it, | |
| Could sell the devil my soul, | |
| and he'd return it | |
| Everyone sings about leaving, breaking off | |
| But where the hell do they run? | |
| Here we were receiving. giving, making love | |
| Till some, something came undone, | |
| Sticking me back at ******* one |
| zuò qǔ : Jay Brannan | |
| zuò cí : Jay Brannan | |
| Does anybody here have a soul? | |
| Put the thermostat on overdrive, the air is bitter cold | |
| Everywhere I look is nip and tuck | |
| And every song they play in here is, vapid as | |
| I don' t give a t about the weekend | |
| I don' t wanna hear about your car or what you' re drinking | |
| Don' t know what to make of all of this | |
| The same people claiming " it get' s better" | |
| Treat everyone like t | |
| Everyone sings about leaving, breaking off | |
| But where the hell do they run? | |
| Here we were receiving. giving, making love | |
| Till some, something came undone, | |
| Sticking me back at one | |
| Pigs and asses used to live on farms | |
| Friendly skies weren' t always over | |
| And buy airborne, infants and arms | |
| Life' s a beach and should you swim astray | |
| You' ll fade to grey, some cast away | |
| There' s no lifeguard service today | |
| Falling for the foolish can be tough | |
| But everything is possible, | |
| When you hate yourself enough | |
| Not my proudest moment, but the one I' ve got | |
| It' s a little painful, being so much, | |
| Less cool then you buy a lot | |
| Everyone sings about leaving, breaking off | |
| But where the hell do they run? | |
| Here we were receiving. giving, making love | |
| Till some, something came undone, | |
| Sticking me back at one | |
| I just met you yesterday and I' m | |
| Already imagining the break up | |
| A little love making and a second p té | |
| Is enough to keep me charging towards the shake up | |
| You' re out of my league, | |
| When will I learn it, | |
| Could sell the devil my soul, | |
| and he' d return it | |
| Everyone sings about leaving, breaking off | |
| But where the hell do they run? | |
| Here we were receiving. giving, making love | |
| Till some, something came undone, | |
| Sticking me back at one |