hazy horizons

well summer's gonna come it's gonna cloud our eyes again

no need to focus when there's nothing that's worth seeing

an attempt to tip the scales

bright eyes

the return to solitude

I lost it all

now I know 

it's so good to be alone

I had it all, I had it all

I hate to be alone

oh I hate to be alone

but I need to be alone

oh I need to be alone

the afterparty
bad books