Number of Lyrics in Album : 10
By Cursive, after the movies
in the parking lot
we stared so long
and you
By Cursive, Passed out in your yard
My clothes were soaking in
By Cursive, Sweating with confidence
They're soiling our egos
And we're locked
By Cursive, Hold your breath, dear
This ship is going down
We're
By Cursive, "Bon Voyage"
And promptly he hung up the phone
There
By Cursive, Our mistakes are scrawled upon the chalkboard
They're scribed across
By Cursive, There's no use going to Des Moines
I heard it's
By Cursive, Less talk, more dancing
If we could push off the
By Cursive, Staring up at stars
From the back seat of a
By Cursive, When we were burning
These stained walls would swell with
