1: talk, no conversationThat look makes me impatientI can't

used to love these sheetsDark hair against the whiteI

could change, but this feels like, like the calm

I am again, back to my old waysFrozen with

up the phone, I swear to God, I miss

from Susan Goss (Jake Goss's my gosh, Jake! I

in Florida one more night5 a.m., catch a Tampa

sun is downYou're not around, wait a minuteWhere are

hope you're throwing a partyI hope you're feeling yourselfI

1: Kelsea used to be the life of the

you get that call that you weren't prepared forOr

know your shadowLike I know my first nameI know

you, it's easy to hurt my stupid feelingsBut when you

all night on my mind got me thinkingWanna stay,

Up all night on my mind got me thinkingWanna stay, can

not gonna talk about love on a Brooklyn rooftopWhat

and I always fight 'bout the same old thingIn

I had just one minute left to liveI would

of the time we see eye to eyeAnd it's

a heart is like chasin' a ghostYou can't make