Liberty Tree Mall
In the photo booth
This place is dying
We don't care for the hidden proof
I'm sticking out my tongue
And lifting up my shirt
I'm getting any younger, honey
but if we don't try, how can we be sure
You were made in the image of God
But you look like your mom
In this picture of us
Falling in love that night
After our fight
And the past is looking brighter all the time
And
Running to the airport
Still putting on my shoes
Not feeling any better
I got too much money, and nothing to lose
I was alone, with my thoughts, in an outline of chalk
Flying close to the Sun with my sunglasses on
Don't die, Bobby
Before I die
It feels so good to have you in my life