:scenic route to nowhere

:well, we’re drifting out in modern ways.

fortune:

:the flower called nowhere

i hate pretending:

this feeling is disgusting:

fall into your dream:

:inside elevation

dry:

:the other face

how long will you carry your disappointments with you:

:where you are

overlap:

:like you said

:consumed

how much is enough:

:foundation

:best foot forward

:arranging me for saturday

field of vision:

i can’t wait to love you:

:i heard you looking

she is love:

:i miss christmas

silent weapons:

:silent weapons

:hymn to the hill

:streets of your town