Here lies the boy with corroded lines.
Let's begin without steam; the state I'm in...
What becomes of him?
Cold, dark, sold, starved, blank, terror...
He won't allow.
Trace the bounded stain.
Will he break the chain?
1 | Too Soon To Laugh |
2 | Truest You |
3 | Los Feliz Arms |
4 | Indian Summer |
5 | Looks Like A Mess |
6 | Instead, He Falls |
7 | Love My Friends, Hate My Life |
8 | Don't Let It Fade |
9 | Saccharine |
10 | If We Had It Made |