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
The Formula
It's Gonna Rain
Saturday Night Sunday Morning
Glaciers
How High The Moon
Bed of Nails
Keep It Simple
Windows Facing Walls
The Formula
Airtight
Get Down
Search Party
How High The Moon
It's Gonna Rain
These Things Happen
Glaciers
Bed Of Nails
Heat / Humidity