I Only Sleep With People I Love,

Simply Put, If You Are A Wayward Victorian Girl, I'll Find You.

He Cried When I Left, Which I Find To Be Standard Male Behavior.

Then I Break A Glass And I Slit My Very Innermost Thigh So That I Can Pretend That I'm Menstru--- Well, Unavailable.

Life Is Not Like Gloomy Sunday, With A Second Ending When The People Are Disturbed.

Why Should I Wake When I'm Half Past Dead?