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Truth And Lies

Fell Into Bed

Hands On My Head

Murder Of Crows

No Where To Go


Woke In The Morning

Shaking Hands

Had Midnight Twitches

Now Morning Witches

Motel Room

Children Resting


In Our Bed


Dogs Napping


Laying By Your Head

Break Down

Times I knew

Your heart was not mine

Asked you to sit a while

Maybe for one last time


Wanted you to look at me

Like there was no other

But All I could feel

Was unbroken Pain

Empty Congregations

Feeling Empty

Feeling Lost

All Used Up

At What Cost


No More Dreams

No More Hopeless Schemes

I’m Just Left

With Legal Woes