If you want to break my cold, cold heart Just say, 'I loved you the way that you were'
And I won't confess that I waited But I let the lamp burn
Are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me? It's just a game, but really
Spending my last coin so someone will tell me It'll be ok
I'm lonely but I'm good I'm bitter but I swear I'm fine
I wrote a thousand songs that you find uncool I built a legacy that you can't undo
We hereby conduct this post-mortem
Whether I'm gonna be your wife or Gonna smash up your bike
Hearts are hers for the breakin' There's an escape in escaping
thanK you aIMee
Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus
The Bolter
I Hate It Here
The Prophecy
Peter
Imgonnagetyouback
How Did It End?
So High School