I feel this heat rise inside of me.
And I'm not sure how much I can take.
Before my seams split entirely, before the vessels in me break.
When I explode please make an outline where my feet once stood strong.
And spread my ashes in this plastic ashtray where my kind belongs.
This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things
This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things
Search Party
Get Down
Glaciers
The Formula
How High The Moon
Progress
Saturday Night, Sunday Morning
Saturday Night Sunday Morning
Bed of Nails
The Pros Of Being A Con Artist
It's Gonna Rain
Airtight
Keep It Simple
Inventing Gears
Windows Facing Walls
The Formula
Windows Facing Walls
It's Gonna Rain