conversations with those i love

when i look in her eyes

do i belong here?

something has to give

new hands to hold

messages

letters

our blood

pick at my skin

let them eat grass

subtle compliments

cut it out

you don't see me

i don't know my place

empty towns

live the life i'd never have

where's a good place to be alone?

like souvenirs

i could listen to you all day

they wanted more