Stomach the silence
November skies and bloodshot eyes
Fallen leaves surround my lonesome feet
Why'd I water the seed?
Lawther may as well be the state line
Pensive thinking darkened rooms
Passive sinking dressed in blue
It's all in my head
Picture perfect
A still descension
Down my neck
So cold
Our breath showed
Your face said
I'm nothing
| 1 | Mother Hopeless |
| 2 | Azure |
| 3 | Delial |
| 4 | So It Goes |
| 5 | Maybe I'm Yellow |