I used to think,
"I've never been through it,
the deaths and stuff that
make us old enough."
Old enough to love a boy
whose name I still don't know.
We traded voices, blurted accidents.
Brutal Winter froze through Spring's slow crawl.
In the Summer's burn, the impending Fall.

• All Go Down
• Another Way Out
• Boring Life
• Bury White
• Celebrate Her
• Cut Out
• Girl
• Girl
• I Like It
• In 2 Again
• In The Aisle, Yelling
• Job's Eyes
• Joining the Circus
• Less
• Love, American Style
• Man O' The Year
• Man Overboard
• Media
• Mother Mary
• Nestle
• Punchdrunk
• Quick
• Really Here
• Seasick
• Sister
• Sorrow's End....
• System
• The System
• Waiting for Sunday
• What I've Wanted To Say
• You Wear It So Well

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