 
Maybe your view of quality is more than you can be 
You bear your ideology so stoically 
That all that you can see, is inferiority 
Here I am, my head in a cloud 
Can’t you see my feet dangling, down there on the ground? 
I guess I’m fool, cause I thought I could recognize 
The people who cared for me, 
I thought I could draw the line 
That surrounded my friends 
Oh I, I’m not going to give up 
And I don't mind the quitters, so much as the thieves 
It’s tolerable company, given the means 
I won't waste my time crying 
If I’m the last to understand 
The difference between us, be it preference or circumstance 
I’m losing the faith that youth hold in longevity 
I guess that’s the price for bartering naivety 
Preferring the comfort that the skeptic takes in disbelief 
I’m not going to give up
 
| 1 | Who Am I? | 
| 2 | Insult To Injury | 
| 3 | Lonely Girl | 
| 4 | One | 
| 5 | Lost at Sea | 
| 6 | My Annie | 
| 7 | Lullaby | 
| 8 | Prince Of America | 
| 9 | Going Blind |