I Feel Like I Could Die Here 
Killed By Boredom 
Holding The Pieces 
Pieces Of Our Lives Here 
Wasted Time 
Have Nots And Heartbreak 
I Know It Must Have Been 
All The Pretty Things 
And The Ugly Ones Too 
For This Ship Of Fool's 
That We'd Sail On 
Under Suspicion 
It Doesn't Matter At All 
Till It's All Over 
When We're Dead And Gone