Know what you think of me
Things aren't what they used to be
Listening to selfish bands
Thoughts of holding warm hands
Nights of drive
Love has arrived
Party's over
He's the turnover
Leaving early
Attacked by an army
Sorry
Hate to be looked at so sourly
Not going to be married to beer
Listen to the heart, not the ear
Losing friends
Love ascends
In a tug of war
How can it come this far