The clothes are packed off to Goodwill I said my good-byes up on the hill The house is empty, the furniture sold Soon your smell will decay to mold Don't know why I bother calling, ain't nobody answering Don't know why I bother singing, ain't nobody listening "Disconnect" Collateral Damage, Track 10

You just work through it. You just hang in there.

The little things that happen. Sometimes they're insignificant; other times, they change everything.

Who says I breathe music? Who says I even breathe?

And yes, it was a high school romance, but it was still the kind of romance where I thought we were trying to find a way to make it forever.

Barrel of the gun, rounds one two three She says I have to pick: choose you, or choose me Metal to the temple, the explosion is deafening Lick the blood that covers me She’s the last one standing “Roulette” Collateral Damage, Track 11

It takes certain kind of naiveté, or perhaps just stupidity, to know things will end and still hope otherwise.