It's A Weekday And I Cleaned My Room Again

Of Endless Moments I Thought We Once Shared

An Open Book, Read Every Single Page

Naive Enough To Think That Help Is On The Way



Rise And Shine A Day Awaits

Watching Clear Skies Turn To Grey

It's A Dead End Road And I Want Out

There's No Return

Let Me Know When Will It End

If Only You Were My Only Friend,

I'd Be Fine



A Direction Split Right From The Start

I'm Picking Up The Pieces To This Broken Heart

Move Over And Make Room For Someone Else

Mabye A Smile Will Find Itself

Right On Your Face Again



Another Empty Sleeping Bag

A Broken Speaker Plays Out Loud

An Elliot Smith Song For Those

Who Can't Move On And On

A Tour To Write You Home About

Of How I'm Doing

Pretty Sad

You're Not Here And All My Letters

Are Lost In The Mailbox For Good