| pictures of you I adore | |
| strewn across the bedroom floors | |
| your letters chronological | |
| heartbeat away from trigger pull | |
| is it true what they speak of | |
| you don't quite ever get over | |
| your first love | |
| a stack of records ten feet high | |
| a thousand songs to make me cry | |
| under covers | |
| close the door | |
| I won't be coming out no more | |
| is it true what they speak of | |
| you don't quite ever get over | |
| your first love | |
| alcohol and concert hall | |
| consume their poison june | |
| alcohol and concert hall | |
| consume their poison june | |
| it's been roughly seven days | |
| since i've seen the suns warm rays | |
| mommy's worried, daddy's bored | |
| friends slip notes beneath the door | |
| sad but true the fact remains | |
| the static's driving me insane | |
| burn these photos, clean the mess | |
| i'll off her boy to relieve some stress | |
| is it true what they speak of | |
| you don't quite ever get over | |
| your first love | |
| alcohol and concert hall | |
| consume their poison june | |
| alcohol and concert hall | |
| consume their poison june | |
| alcohol and concert hall | |
| consume their poison june | |
| poison me | |
| poison you | |
| alcohol and concert hall | |
| consume their poison june | |
| alcohol and concert hall | |
| consume their poison june | |
| pictures of you i adore | |
| strewn across the bedroom floor | |
| your letters chronological | |
| heartbeat away from trigger pull | |
| is it true what they speak of | |
| you don't quite ever get over | |
| is it true that they speak of | |
| you don't quite ever get over | |
| your first love? |