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
Glaciers
The Formula
It's Gonna Rain
How High The Moon
Get Down
Saturday Night Sunday Morning
Airtight
Windows Facing Walls
Windows Facing Walls
The Formula
Keep It Simple
Inventing Gears
These Things Happen
Progress
How High The Moon
The Pros Of Being A Con Artist
Progress