Willow
Evermore
Ivy
Gold Rush
Long Story Short
Closure
Cowboy Like Me
My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand
At dinner parties I call you out on your contrarian shit
I wanna tell you not to get lost in these petty things. Your nemeses will defeat themselves before you get the chance to swing
I thought this is gonna be one of those things. Now I know I'm never gonna love again
I'm fine with my spite and my tears and my beers and my candles
I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone trying to find the one where I went wrong
You know that my train can take you home, anywhere else is hollow