Youth
Daughter
Shadows settle on the place that you left
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness
Destroy the middle it's a waste of time
from the perfect start to finish line
And if you're still breathing
You're the lucky ones
Cause most of us heaving through corrupted lungs
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
We are the Reckless We are wild Youth
Chasing visions of our futures
One day we will reveal the truth
The one will die before he gets there
And if you're still bleeding you're the lucky ones
Wasting my Young Years
London Dreams
Berlin
Ry X
Between the Bars
Elliot Smith
