| 47 fights |
| 47 fights pt 2 |
| a morning spent thinking of a life without you |
| counting sheep |
| cross on my mind |
| destroy you |
| fan letters |
| fault lines |
| fighting a losing war |
| friends |
| i can't be here anymore |
| i exist i exist i exist |
| i love you, i need you, i miss you |
| i was happier with you |
| if it has to be goodbye, let it be goodbye |
| if you love me, come clean |
| in the absence of everything, i promise to keep you warm |
| invisible |
| it's thursday, january 12th and this is the last time i'll talk about drowning |
| learning to hate you as a self defense mechanism |
| losing the interest and trust i had in you |
| macie lightfoot, i'm broken |
| meow meow meow meow meow |
| My heart goes bum bum bum |
| nothing good comes from being gone |
| old lumina |
| saturday dec 14 2013 |
| sleep |
| someone who will talk about anything |
| summer or spring |
| the act of holding on and letting go |
| the cowardly lion doesn't write love songs |
| the one who gave up |
| the product of an angel |
| the repetitive nature of everyday life |
| these old clothes |
| they ll like me when i m sick |
| they'll like me when i'm sick |
| to see you alive |
| u wanted to look for help, i wanted to sit and wait to be rescued |
| uninspired noise |
| we'll live |
| when we met. |
| you are the coffin |
| you had a panic attack in my bathroom |
| you said okay |
| you were a home |
| you were a home that i wanted to grow up in |
| You wrote 'don't forget' on your arm |
