Willing To Fall Down. { Written by Jann Arden Richards/Russell Broom }. . Holding you is like holding fire. And it burns my hands, and it leaves me tired.
Got my suitcase, got my dog. I'm packing up my life so far. Got my pictures, got some cash. I'm getting out of here at last. . Got my hands on the wheel, got my foot on the pedal.
Why Do I Try. { Written by Jann Arden Richards/Russell Broom }. . Love broke my heart, love washed me up. Love made me sick, love swallowed me. Love made me weak, everything's bleak.