There Are Some Losses We Never Get

Amor Deliria Nervosa Isn't A Disease Of Love. It's A Disease Of Selfishness.

Alex Is Dead, Do You Hear Me? All Of That-what We Felt, What It Meant- That's Done Now, Okay? Buried. Blown Away.

The First One, We’ll Name Blue.

My Wild, Uncured, Erratic, Incomprehensible Heart.

He Was Still In Love With You, Anyway.