Little Black Heart - The Early November

The Early November - The Mother, The Mechanic, and The Path - Little Black Heart

Disc 1
01.	Money in His Hand
02.	The Rest of My Life
03.	Decoration
04.	No Good at Saying Sorry (One More Chance)
05.	This Wasn't in Our Plan
06.	The One That You Hated
07.	Long Talks
08.	Outside
09.	Make a Decision
10.	The Car in 20
11.	Figure It Out
Disc 2
01.	My Lack of Skill
02.	A Little More Time
03.	Little Black Heart
04.	Hair
05.	Driving South
06.	Scared to Lose
07.	From Here to L.A.
08.	Is It My Fault
09.	I Don't Know How to Say This
10.	The Truth Is
11.	1000 Times a Day
Disc 3
01.	Intro
02.	We Grew Up the Same
03.	Runaway
04.	Session 01
05.	This Is Love
06.	Session 02
07.	We're Finding Something Out
08.	Session 03
09.	Decoration
10.	Session 04
11.	Uncle
12.	Session 05
13.	Never Coming Back
14.	Guess What
15.	Session 06
16.	You Don't Know What It's Like
17.	Session 07
18.	Look at Me
19.	Session 08
20.	Session 08 Part II
21.	Runaway II
22.	Session 09
23.	I Think This Is Love
24.	A Bigger Meaning

I've got some deep scars from a little black heart that's miles away
I sent it packing after I saw what it did and I couldn't believe
And now my chest hurts from the hole that I dug, it's getting harder to breathe
I'm really gasping, wishing I could turn back and that would fix everything
For once

My life
I might as well live it
Along with the bad times
Just happy to be living
So it's my time, I know it sounds selfish
I'm really not like that
We live and we die for this

So now my head hurts and it's only getting worse every time that I think
I feel like choking every time I have to sing, it's getting harder for me
And now my stomach hurts, as long as I'm in love it's so hard to leave
I feel a bad pain moving through my chest and my knees start to shake
My knees start to shake, it's bringing me down

This is my life
I might as well live it
Along with the bad times
Just love to be living
So this is my time
I know it sounds selfish
I think I'll have some ice cream
We live and we die for this

There's one thing missing every time I step outside
One thing missing every time I leave and drive
One thing missing every time I'm far from home
There's one thing missing every time I leave for months
One thing missing every time I lose control
There's one thing missing every time that I stay home

I've got some deep scars from a little black heart that only make me stronger
And now I don't sleep, seeing any relief that gives me some perspective

This is my life
I might as well live it
Along with the bad times
Just glad to be living
And this is my time
I might as well share it
I'll give you all my money
We live and we die for this