You Realize That Our Mistrust Of The

Even If I Overcompensate, Nobody Will Ever Want Me. Not Seth. Not My Folks. You Can’t Kiss Someone Who Has No Lips. Oh, Love Me, Love Me, Love Me, Love Me, Love Me, Love Me, Love Me, Love Me, Love Me. I’ll Be Anybody You Want Me To Be

Tyler And Me At The Edge Of The Roof, The Gun In My Mouth, I'm Wondering How Clean This Gun Is.

I Am Joe's Enraged, Inflamed, Sense Of Rejection.

The Same As Real Life, There Is No Happily Ever After.

We Can Spend Our Lives Letting The World Tell Us Who We Are…or We Can Decide For Ourselves.