My Wishbone
Deadharrie
Colleen I
Don't feel right
For weeks I
Been up all night
This fever
Can't be worse
My healer
None nearer
No comfort
In false worth
No wonder
I feel cursed
Pull back
On my wishbone
I'm the one who made it snap
Superstition
Never gave my heart a chance
Oh my wishbone
Making me a better man
Oh my wishbone
Too far from
My loved one
My true love
My kick drum
My mirror
Concealer
My clever
Night creeper