breathing in snowflakes– Child of Mommy and Ricky – White lips, pale face. Breathing in snowflakes. Burnt lungs, sour taste. Light's gone, day's end, struggling to pay rent. – It's too cold outside for angels to fly. Angels to fly, to fly, fly. For angels to fly, to fly, to fly or angels die
Twenty bucks.
Falling together– Child of Catalina And Nick Sanders – I throw all of your stuff away. Then I clear you out of my head, I tear you out of my heart and ignore all your messages. – I tell everyone we are through, 'cause I'm so much better without you. But it's just another pretty lie 'cause I break down every time you come around.