Faculty Of Fears

She was born on a Monday Night
In my head, for my eyes
In a theorem of Pythagoras
Oh, oh, oh

Fall asleep on the train
Mr J, he rots your brains
You're not fun lest you pick up the pace
Oh, oh, oh

Another cold night down on the mare
Kissin boys and pretending to care
Oh it's the faculty of tears
It's the faculty of tears

And if your heart's screaming, "take me home!
Then hail a cab and please turn off your phone
Oh it's the faculty of tears
It's the faculty of tears

Drop your scarf in the mud
Slacker Jack and coffee mugs
Is your dorm room a romantic place
Oh tell me, is it?

All the hits and your favorite songs
Through your ears and sown your sarong
If he's evil then why does he kiss?
Oh, oh, oh

Don't you feel bette standing on you own?
Sometimes it's better in your slutty crone
Listen to Lucia, a favored friend
Pamala, sing for me