if brokenness is a form of art
then surely this must be my masterpiece
no sunlight
death cab for cutie
unwell
matchbox 20
waving through a window
dear evan hansen
wilson (expensive mistakes)
fall out boy
exile vilify
the national
neptune
sleeping at last
goner
twenty one pilots
mercury
sleeping at last
this is me trying
taylor swift
this is home
cavetown
that distant shore
steven universe
death cab for cutie
you disappeared at the same speed
as the idealistic things I believed
when the optimist died inside of me
unwell
matchbox 20
me
i'm talkin' to myself in public
and dodgin' glances on the train
waving through a window
dear evan hansen
did I even make a sound?
did I even make a sound?
it's like I never made a sound
will I ever make a sound?
wilson (expensive mistakes)
fall out boy
woke up on the wrong side of p-p-paradise
and when I say I'm sorry I'm late
i wasn't showing up at all
i really mean I didn't plan on showing up at all
exile vilify
the national
oh, you meant so much
have you given up?
does it feel like a trial?
does it trouble your mind the way you trouble mine?
neptune
sleeping at last
thread by thread, I come apart
if brokenness is a work of art
surely this must be my masterpiece
goner
twenty one pilots
i'm a goner, somebody catch my breath
i wanna be known by you
i wanna be known by you
mercury
sleeping at last
no one can unring this bell
unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new
god knows, I am dissonance
waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune
this is me trying
taylor swift
I've been having a hard time adjusting
I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting
I didn't know if you'd care if I came back
I have a lot of regrets about that
this is home
cavetown
Get a load of this train wreck
His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet
But little do we know, the stars
Welcome him with open arms
that distant shore
steven universe
I know that there's something residing
A terror deep inside me
I couldn't understand how you could be so bold
Maybe I'll find myself smiling on that distant shore
Maybe I'm not alone
Dead Letters
[In Max's room, there is a pile of finished portraits set on the desk. It's all the ones he did of the living over the past weeks, plus a self-portrait. The letters are ducked into the self-portrait's frame - only one reason anyone would need that, after all.
There's also two larger canvases set against the wall: matching portraits of Bolton and Jamie, with their own note attached.]
There's also two larger canvases set against the wall: matching portraits of Bolton and Jamie, with their own note attached.]