(Without You) in My Pocket SPIRIT OF THE BEEHIVE

[Rivka Ravede]
How could I be so unlucky?
I was young, I had fun, but I was in a tailspin
Come apart, a sweetheart with no future

[Rivka Ravede and Zack Schwartz]
Now that it's mine, the last time that I left here
(I can see the message forming at the door)

Speech so slurred and you turned to find nothing
(I don't feel compassion for you anymore)

Wash out my mouth, no more doubt, no more pacing
(When the audience applauds us I feel the hate)

Now that I know you won't go, I can die here
(I can feel the heat that the record made)

[Zack Schwartz]
Selling out MSG, and sell more and see
The audiences forming out in the street
When the mind is not so working efficiently

[Rivka Ravede and Zack Schwartz]
Kept you in my brain
Echoes back your name
In the night
Paralyzed