clean
december's song
paperdolls
roadmap
skydive
subculture
the hollow
paris hilton
oh oh oh song

clean

you don't know why I'm falling apart - but I do
you just supply the infinte sharp sides of coins to fill up this glass heart & I do
think that you're game is finally up & you do
carry the blame, you don't give a fuck to the aftermath trapped in my gut but I do
I don't know how you broke me in two

I've heard them claim that I'm big & strong - but I'm not
like I'm out for fame or to prove I belong to your city of fake sugarcane, but you're not,
you're not the one this song is about & I'm not
writing a bundle of flowers to spout all my sonnets of pure devotion, & I'm not
I'm not sure how you broke me apart

all of my friends are singing marquees - but I won't
I won't pretend like I didn't need the bright neon as validation & I won't
I won't ask you for much more than this - but you won't,
you won't come through as some charming prince (babe, I'd settle on just seeing you, but I won't)
I don't know how you broke me in two