why am i the one / fun.
i finished kissing my death, so now i head back up the steps
thinking about where i’ve been, i mean the sun was never like this
i wanna feel with the season, i guess it makes sense
cause my life’s become as vapid as a night out in los angeles
and i just want to stay in bed and hold you like i used to

they / jem
who made up all the rules?
we follow them like fools
believe them to be true
don’t care to think them through

the boxer / mumford & sons
in the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
and he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down
and cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame
i am leaving, i am leaving, but the fighter still remains

make god jealous / alain johannes
is it all so simply overstated
it’s the child in me that wants me jaded
behind the furthest door i sit there waiting
footsteps and a knock that stops the fading

spectrum / florence + the machine
when we first came here
we were cold and we were clear
with no colors in our skin
we were light and paper thin

fidelity / regina spektor
and suppose i never ever met you
suppose we never fell in love
suppose i never ever let you
kiss me so sweet and so soft

tender / blur
tender is the night
lying by your side
tender is the touch
of someone that you love too much
tender is the day
the demons go away
lord i need to find
someone who can heal my mind

Light And Paper Thin