Raised by Wolves;

The Best There Ever Was

an American Idiot,

I Write Sins, Not Tragedies

Over and over,

you're the First of the Last to Go.

But Now

you're Gone Forever

If You're Sick of It

Make It Stop

can you Hear Me Now,

Whatsername?

Levitate

now you're Coming Back Down

Here We Go

Again

I'm Looking For Angels,

your Chalk Outline.

Comatose,

but I'm Free Now