The Sun Comes Up, Over Your House, Over Your Head.

Today, Simplicity Makes You Wish You Were Dead.

I Heard You Cut And Ran.

This Time I Don't Care.

How Can You Deem Me Responsible After I Explained It All?

I Told You Again And Again, I Would Last In One Place Too Long.

I Was Over. But Now I Understand.

I Don't Care If I Go Through Life And I Never See You Again.