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Brick Building


 

Benevolent

From Cradle To Grave

There’s Something Funny

I Have Lost So Many Things

Dearly Beloved

I Think Our Friendship Withered

Never To Be Resurrected

I Tried

I Don’t Think You Like Me Anymore

And I Loathe Many Values You Protect

You Are So Kind

So Sweet

You Were Like My Sister

There’s Something Wrong

You Care More For Him Than I

He Was Mine In The First Place

I Don’t Know Anymore

I’ll Wear Your Pink Ribbon

I’ll Support You When I Can

But I Doubt We’ll Ever Be Friends Again

I’m Too Radical For Your Tastes

You’re Too Milquetoast For Mine

How Did It Work Back Then, I Wonder

There Are Moments I Wish We Were Kids Again

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