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