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