We Are Scientists

I know it's not my business
To be digging up these things I shouldn't know
Twenty years of bad descisions
Haven't taught me much at all
Seperate events you're making
Everyone pretends it's not your fault
And all of this offense you're taking
Doesn't really bother me at all

Twist my arm
Because that's the way you think you're gonna work this whole thing out
You know you own my body
But don't think that you control my mouth

Another textbook situation
Everything I think I know I've read
What's the point of medication?
It only makes me wish that I were dead
It's pretty clear that you are me
It's written here on every single page
I'm spitting blood, I'm not stupid
I can read it all over your face

Having every question answered doesn't help
When you're not supposed to know anything

Snow Patrol

Cut my eyes out, dear
So I can't see your smug grin
You're right
You always win

Untie my hands now
I'm game up to a point
And we're well past bedtime now

All this time away
And I'm freezing cold now
And her look turns me to stone
I'm closer to the truth
She just hates being on her own

Louis XIV

Well it’s a minor altercation
Despite your hesitation
By all agrees that you will see how we’re causing quite a sensation
So publication of needing motivation
Your mother says it’s OK outside the subway station

You’re taking off your stripes
Even your knees are nice
I’ll tease you with a knife until you’re screaming for your life
I think so too
And you surrender
Can I spend you up?
You’re my illegally illegal tender

Well it’s a minor altercation
I looked into your eyes
And pushed your buttons and levers
You said you’d see until we agree and kindly said whatever
And you like my loving better
Cause’ you said so in a letter, that said return to sender
My illegally illegal tender

Two in the pocket is better than three
And three in the pocket is better than four
And five in the pocket is better than six
And put them together then pick up the sticks

It takes a lover that will love me like no other
It takes a lover that knows I love her like no other

Nightmare of you

I can find the reasoning to not get mad at the morning rain so long as you're waking up to it with me. I know what you're going to say before you even know how to say it. No I still don't have my shoes. And if I don't see you soon I just might lose whatever is left of my mind. I know, I know, I know that I'm so crazy. I know, I know, I know because you told me so. And there's nothing in this world that's quite prescribable that makes me feel the way I feel when I look into your eyes.
Everyone is going out but you will keep me in tonight even though you aren't here with me. You make me want to find God, you give me meaning for the means of my universe. Oh, the end would have no end. And if I don't see you soon I just might lose whatever is left of my mind. And there's nothing in this world that's quite prescribable that makes me feel the way I feel when I look into your eyes.

Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village, though
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep

We Are Scientists

Making my escape
Telling myself
That everything's in shape
But me

How long can this take
Telling myself that
Everything is great
Well how am I doing?

I've got a great idea
I'm going to wait right here
While everything is adding up

Breaking both my hands
They're telling me to take it like a man
I don't understand
Please repeat whatever you just said
Nothing is making sense

Everything is adding up

We Are Scientists

I got this whole thing figured out
I guess I better write it down now
'Cause presently my memory's not terribly sound
Everything is twice around now

It shouldn't be this hard
I guess I'm not as smart
As I'd like to think I am
And even though you won't admit it now
I know you know

I guess it isn't any news
This keeps coming out in two's
If history repeats itself then what can I do?
Nothing I can say is news to you

Spiritualized

Every time I say this
I just know this time I mean it
But a feeling deep inside says
"It's okay one more time"

I'm waiting for the time
When I can be without
These things that make me feel
This way all of the time

Makes me feel so good
Makes me feel so fine
Makes me feel so good
Leaves me fucked up inside

Jenny Lewis & The Watson Twins

I went to a cobbler
To fix a hole in my shoe
He took one look at my face
And said, "I can fix that hole in you"

I beg your pardon?
I'm not looking for a cure
Seen enough of my friends
In the depths of the godsick blues

Enough was enough
I was a little drunk
And looking for company
So I found myself a sweetheart
With the softest of hands
We were unlucky in love
But I'd do it all again

We build ourselves a fire

You don't know what I've done
There was no simple cure
For unlucky in love
To be lonely is a habit
Like smoking or taking drugs
And I've quit them both
But man, was it rough

Now I am tired
It just made me tired

Let's build ourselves a fire

NOY

And in a room, upon your bed, we tangled arms and crossed our legs. When you sleep alone the days go by oh so slow. Against the graffiti wall we know no law at all. And just to see your body in a place so tacky. There's no better irony than my own depravity. And with each heart-wrenching, fictious wail, you'd swear they sang your life with veracious details. The tears trickle down your face. Your skinny arms begining to flail. Oh won't you say what you mean? Give us a moment of offering. We love the second-rating, the repetition. The metaphors stripped of all gail, alright. Now I need a guillotine to get you off my mind. As you slept away the day in my bedroom I found a crimnal use for your pillow. I love you terribly, I swear that this is true. But I Just can't stop my hands from smothering you. There I crept up to your lover's window. He poured a scotch and sobbed alone in the kitchen. Stick a fork in a socket, do what you'd like. Just make sure that I'm far out of your life. Take an axe to your fingers, carve out your eyes. And cut out your tongue and we'll call this a tie. Cut out your lying tongue and we'll call this a tie. It's that drink in your hand. It's that knack for telling awful lies. Why am I always right? Nightmare of You.

Devotchka

The gringos block the roads inside your head
Are you sleepin it off when you're not in your bed?
You pray in the darkness
Let me walk in your light
Let me die in my lover's arms
Let me love through this night

You are watching over my three brave soldiers
I have not forgotten
I will send you something...

So this is the city
So this is progress?
How can something so prettybecome such a mess?
There is no more than this steal and stone
More than this flesh and bone
There is a little piece of land in me
No other man can own

Who is watching my three brave soldiers?
I have not forgotten
I will send you something...

Well shut my mouth I have nothing to say
Except, what is this life?
With no love along the way
You know that I'm good for it
You know I can pay
We don't have to look for it
It's right here, it's today

an angle

And each morning
I find myself
To stumble onto my couch
I turn the tv set on as the news reporter sings out loud
"Well, we are all in fear of what we don't know"

And there's this girl
She sees between the oldest assumption
And the oldest tree
And she can recognize beauty
Because that's all she sees
So she steps out of the door
With her backpack on one shoulder
And her heart in the other

And we are trying to find someone
Who we just met or followed
We're all just trying to find the truth
What is fact or fictional

bright eyes

The sun came up with no conclusions
Flowers sleeping in their beds
The city cemetery's humming
I'm wide awake, it's morning

I have my drugs, I have my women
They keep away my loneliness
My parents, they have their religions
But sleep in seperate houses

I read the body count out of the paper
And now it's written all over my face
No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter
Sometimes that's just the most comfortable place

So I'm drinking, breathing, writing, singing
Every day I'm on the clock
My mind races with all my longings
But can't keep up with what I got

So when you're asked to fight a war that's over nothing
It's best to join the side that's going to win
No one's sure how all of this got started
But we're going to make them goddamn certain how it's gonna end

bright eyes

The last few months I have been living with this couple.
Yeah, you know, the kind who buy everything in doubles.
They fit together, like a puzzle.
And I love their love and I am thankful
That someone actually receives the prize that was promised
By all those fairy tales that drugged us
And they still do me.

the perks of being a wallflower

We accept the love we think we deserve.

I am very interested and fascinated by how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other.

I remember one time we were walking. I dont remember where and I don't remember when. I don't even remember the season. I just know that was the first time I felt like I belonged someplace.

Maybe it's good to put things in perspective. Sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there.

Sam and Patrick looked at me. And I looked at them. And I think they knew. Not anything specific really. They just knew. And I think that's all you can ever ask from a friend.

Things just keep going. We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough.

I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn't.

It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real. Well, sometimes, I can do that, but I don't need an hour in front of a mirror. It just happens very fast, and things start to slip away. And I just open my eyes, and I see nothing. And then I start to breathe really hard trying to see something, but I can't. It doesn't happen all the time, but when it does, it scares me.

And all the books you’ve read have been read by other people. And all the songs you’ve loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that’s pretty to you is pretty other people. And you know that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing “unity”. It’s like when you are excited about a girl and you see a couple holding hands, and you feel so happy for them. And other times you see the same couple, and they make you so mad. And all you want is to always feel happy for them because you know that if you do, then it means you’re happy, too. I just remember what made me think of all this. I’m going to write it down because maybe if I do I won’t have to think about it. And I won’t get upset.

I don’t know how much longer I can keep going without a friend. I used to be able to do it very easily, but that was before I knew what having a friend was like. It’s much easier not to know things sometimes. And to have French fries with your mom be enough.

If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don't want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me.

So I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.

Not everyone has a sob story, and even if they do, it's no excuse

This moment will be just another story someday.

minus the bear

she's gone
across the border, man
and you're never gonna see her again
i could give a fuck about all you do to me
but your party's over, it's done, the end

take a step back and turn yourself around
the check has been cashed
there's no stopping it now
you're safe if i'm safe

halifax

lets drink this bottle to the very last drop
tell me what you find at the bottom
don't say you forgot what i needed
because all i needed was you

tonight i send out apologies
the type that cut off right over the edge
and if i try to say your name i'll just bite my tongue
it's your nightmare
make sure to handle it well
turn up your evil
turn down your care

if i'm the cure
you're the disease
do what you will
just know what this means

hush sound

take what you need while there's time
you and i will escape to the seaside
there is a storm in the distance
the wind breathing warning of its imminence
there is a lighthouse five hundred yards down
you and i will be safe there

there is a girl who haunts that lighthouse
she saved me, i was swimming
so young i almost drowned
under the water she sang a story
of losing her lover
she calls a warning
love, you are foolish, you're tired
your sleeplessness makes you a liar

the city is burning
the ocean is turning
our only chance is the lighthouse

her lover was a sailor
she went and she waited there
the door locked from the outside
lover never arrived
so she sings there
soft as a siren
luring the ships off their course

we went in, we climbed up and looked out
the door locked from the outside
three ghosts in a lighthouse

death cab for cutie

and it came to me then
that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time
and i rationed my breaths as i said to myself
that i'd already taken too much today
as each descending peak on the lcd
took you a little farther away from me
away from me

amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines
in a place where we only say goodbye
it stung like a violent wind
that our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds
but i knew that you were a truth i would rather lose
than to have never lain beside at all
and i looked around at all the eyes on the ground
as the tv entertained itself'
cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
just nervous pacers bracing for bad news
and then the nurse comes round
and everyone will lift their heads
but i'm thinking of what sarah said
that "love is watching someone die"

so who's going to watch you die?

guster

dorothy moves
to click her ruby shoes
right in tune
with dark side of the moon
someone could tell me
where i belong
be calm, be brave
it'll be ok

no more messing around
and living underground
or new year's resolutions
by this time next year
i won't be here

to tell you the truth
i've said it before
tomorrow i start in a new direction
one last time, these words from me
i'm never saying them again
i know i've been half asleep
i'm never doing that again

and there are voices calling from a yellow road
to come downstairs and say hello
don't be shy
just say hello

belle and sebastian

get me away from here, im dying
play me a song to set me free
nobody writes them like they used to
so it may as well be me

think of it this way
you could either be successful
or be us
with our winning smiles
and us
with our catchy tunes and words
now we're photogenic
you know we dont stand a chance

i'll settle down with some old story
about a boy who's just like me
thought there was love in everything and everyone
you're so naive

they always reach a sorry ending
they always get it in the end
still it was worth it
as i turned the pages solemnly
and then
with a winning smile
the boy with naivety succeeds

at the final moment
i cried
i always cry at endings

that wasnt what i meant to say at all

from where i'm sitting
rain has set my mind to wander
into the windows of my lovers
they never know unless i write

this is no declaration
i just thought i'd let you know

"goodbye," said the hero in the story
it is mightier than swords
i could kill you, sure
but i could only make you cry with these words

a perfect circle

delusional
i believed i could cure it all for you dear
coax or trick or drive or drag the demons from you
make it right for you
like i could magically heal you

far beyond a visible sign of your awakening
failing miserably to rescue you

drunk on ego, truly thought i could make it right
if i kissed you one more time
to help you face the nightmare

but you're far too poisoned for me
such a fool
to think that i could wake you from your slumber
that i could actually heal you

poisoned and hopeless
far beyond a visible sign of your awakening
failing miserably to find a way to comfort you
hiding from some poisoned memory

bright eyes

lately i've been wishing i had one desire
something that would make me never want another
something that would make it so that nothing matters
all would be clear then
but i guess i'll have to settle for a few brief moments
and watch it all dissolve into a single second
try to write it down into a perfect sonnet
or one foolish line
'cause that's all that you'll get
so you'll have to accept
you are here
then you're gone

but i believe that lovers should be tied together
thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather
left there to drown
left there to drown in their innocence

but as for me i'm coming to the final chapter
i read all of the pages and there's still no answer
all that was before i know must soon come after
that's the only way it can be

so i stand in the sun
and i breathe with my lungs

trying to spare me the weight of the truth
saying everything you've ever seen was just a mirror
spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever
now you're laying in a bathtub full of freezing water
wishing you were a ghost

but once you knew a girl and you named her lover
danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer
autumn came, she disappeared
you can't remember where she said she was going to
but you know that she is gone
'cause she left you a song
that you don't want to sing

i believe that lovers should be chained together
thrown into a fire with their songs and letters
left there to burn
left there to burn in their arrogance

but as for me i'm coming to my final failure
killed myself with changes trying to make things better
ended up becoming something other
than what i had planned to be

now i believe that lovers should be draped in flowers
and layed entwined together on a bed of clover
left there to sleep
left there to dream of their happiness

bright eyes

the picture is far too big to look at, kid
your eyes won't open wide enough
and you are constantly surrounded by that swirling stream
of what is and what was

well, we've all made our predictions
but the truth still isn't out
so if you want to see the future
go stare into a cloud
and keep trying to find your way out of that maze of memories

it all sort of looks familiar
until you get up close and then it's different, clearly
but each time you turn a corner
you're right back where you were
and your only hope is that forgetting might make a door appear

and there is nothing i know
except that this lifetime is just one moment
and wishing will just leave me empty
so you can try and live in darkness
but you will never shake the light
it will greet you every morning
and make you more aware with its absence at night
but i have seen the day of your awakening
and it's coming soon
so go ahead and loose yourself in liquor
and you can praise the clouded mind
but it isn't what you're thinking
no, it's the course of history
your position in line
you're just a piece of the puzzle
so i think you'd better find your place

you were carved from bone
but your heart it's just sand
and the wind is going to scatter it
and cover everything with love
so if it makes you happy
then keep kneeling
but i am standing up
because this veil it has been lifted
my eyes are wet with clarity
i'm going to follow the road
and let the scenery sweeping by easily enter my body

so you can struggle in the water and be too stubborn to die
or you could just let go and be lifted to the sky

white stripes

i've been thinking of a little place down by the lake
they've got a dirty old road leading up to the house
i wonder how long it will take
until we're alone
sitting on the front porch of that home
stomping our feet on the wooden boards
never have to worry about locking the door

it might sound silly
for me to think childish thoughts like these
but i'm so tired of acting tough
and i'm going to do what i please

let's get married
in a big cathedral by a priest
because if i'm the man that you love the most
you could say "i do" atleast

silverchair

please die ana
for as long as you're here, we're not
you make the sound of laughter
and sharpened nails seem softer
sandpaper tears corrode the film
and you're my obsession
i love you to the bones
and i need you now somehow

john vanderslice

look at me, still as a Monterey pine
look at me and follow my lead
if they catch me, they catch me
but i'll be running

we ditched out the parade
and what was there to commemorate?
and what was left to remember?
not sure what really happened on that day

motion city soundtrack

midwest love affair; i bend when i am bored
late night liquor blue will lead me to the floor
can we fake it? can we make believe?
i'm so full of love it deeply sickens me

but all i could do was close my eyes
and cross my heart and hope to die
because you don't fucking listen
when i'm around

midwest aftermath, the rumors start to rise
did i truly do the things that you've described?
they must hate me, every single one
it just sickens them what i consider fun

the least you could do is take it back
all the vicious remarks and verbal attacks
because i can't fucking stand it
when you're around

bright eyes

there's a voice on the phone
telling what had happened
some kind of confusion
more like a disaster
and it wondered how you were left unaffected
but you had no knowledge
no, the chemicals covered you

and so a jury was formed
as more liquor was poured
no need for conviction
they're not thirsting for justice

but i slept with the lies
i keep inside my head
i found out i was guilty
but i won't be around
for the sentencing
because i'm leaving
on the next airplane

and though i know that my actions are impossible to justify
they seem adequate to fill up my time
and if i could talk to myself
like i was someone else
well then maybe i could take your advice
and i wouldn't act like such an asshole all the time

there's a film on the wall
makes the people look small
who are sitting beside it
all consumed in the drama
they must return to their lives
once the hero has died
they will drive to the office
stopping somewhere for coffee
where the folk singers, poets, and playwrights convene
dispensing their wisdom
oh, dear amateur orators
they will detail their pain
in some standard refrain
that will recite their sadness
like it's some kind of contest
well if it is,
i think i am winning it
all beaming with confidence
as i make my final lap
the gold medal gleams
so hang it around my neck
because i am deserving it
the champion of idiots

but a kid carries his walkman on that long bus ride to omaha
i know a girl who cries when she practices violin
because each note sounds so pure
it just cuts into her
and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes
and now to me, everything else
it just sounds like a lie

primer 55

think before you speak
don't say things that you'll regret
you'll criticize but you'll never realize
that things don't come to you like that

life house

i can't be losing sleep over this, no i can't
and now i cannot stop pacing
give me a few hours and i'll have this all sorted out
if my mind would just stop racing

this is over my head
but underneath my feet
because by tomorrow morning i'll have this thing beat
and everything will be back to the way that it was

i wish that it was just that easy

would you catch me if i fall
out of what i fell in?
don't be surprised if i collapse down at your feet again
i don't want to run away from this
but i know that i just don't need this

because i'm waiting for tonight
then waiting for tomorrow
and i'm somewhere in between
what is real and just a dream

sea wolf

old gypsy woman spoke to me
lips stained red from a bottle of wine
“the one that you are looking for
you’re not gonna find her here
you're a wolf, boy
get out of this town”

death cab for cutie

home's face: how it ages when you're away
spring blooms and you find the love that's true
but you don't know what now to do
because the chase is all you know
and she stopped running months ago
and all you see
is where else you could be when you're at home
out on the street are so many possibilities to not be alone
the flames and smoke climbed out of every window
and disappeared with everything that you held dear
and you shed not a single tear for the things that you didn't need
because you knew you were finally free

nightmare of you

so on those days home in your car
we jerked the steering wheel to the median
joking that we'd end our lives
but we weren't joking all of the time

a flash of dark interest
steers us into a car crash
uniting our remains; a fiery hurray

our hands touch
unnoticed
pressed up against melting glass
and you're calling out my name
as the air escapes

now i want to be buried in your backyard
and when the flowers grow just know you’re still in my heart

of montreal

the past is a grotesque animal
and in its eyes you see
how completely wrong you can be
the sun is out
it melts the snow that fell yesterday
makes you wonder why it bothered

it's so embarassing to need someone like i do you
how can i explain?
i need you here and not here too
but at least i author my own

things could be differentbut they're not
and it's my favorite scene
but the cruelty's so predictable
makes you sad on the stage
though our love project has so much potential
it's like we weren't made for this world
though i wouldn't really want meet someone who was

you've red-rovered the gestapo circling my heart
and nothing can defeat you
no death, no ugly world
you've lived so brightly
you've altered everything
i find myself searching for old selves
while speeding forwardthrough the plate glass of maturing cells
even apocolypse is fleeting
there's no death, no ugly world

sometimes i wonder if you're mythologizing me like i do you
we want our film to be beautiful, not realistic
see me in the radiance of terror dreams
you can betray me
you can teach me something wonderful

project your fears onto me
i need to view them
see there's nothing to them
i promise you there's nothing to them

i'm so touched by your goodness
you make me feel so criminal
how do you keep it together?
i'm all unraveled
but you know no matter where we are
we're always touching by underground wires
i've explored you with the detachment of an analyst
but most nights we've raided the same kingdoms
and none of our secrets are physical now

guster

you were almost kind
you were almost true
don't let me see that other side of you
you have learned in time that you must be cruel
i'll have to wait to get the best of you

happens every time, so it must be true
step on a kid, he'll grow up hating you
were you ever kind, were you always cruel?
who's ever seen that other side of you?

happened every time, so it must be true?
where did you learn it's either him or you?

harvey danger

when you dream
you dream of the day when you find something you can love
half as much as you love all your little round mirrors
see yourself reflected in one
there's a hole in the middle you can't seem to fill

and you cry
then you lie your frail body down
like a penny on a railroad track
but every time you crash a little bit harder than the last
and every time you crash
don't you want to find something you can love
half as much as you love all your little round mirrors?

all alone on the floor
here you are and there you're going to stay
until you can find someone who will love you
as much as you love all your little round mirrors

murdering your time in cold blood
there's a hole in the middle you can't seem to fill

tegan and sara

where do you go with your broken heart in tow
what do you do with the left over you
and how do you know when to let go
where does the good go

look me in the heart and tell me you won't go
look me in the eye and promise no love's like our love
look me in the heart and un break the broken

where do you go when you're in love and the world knows
how do you live so happily while i am sad and broken down
where does the good go

nightmare of you

i crept up to your lover's window
he poured a scotch and sobbed alone in the kitchen

why am i always right?

as you slept away the day in my bedroom
i found a criminal use for your pillow
i love you terribly, i swear that this is true
but i just can't stop my hands from smothering you

you're just like your dad
surprise
you don't only share his eyes
it's the drink that's in your hand
it's that knack for telling awful lies
now i need a guillotine to get you off my mind

stick a fork in a socket, do what you'd like
just make sure that i'm far out of your life
take an axe to your fingers, carve out your eyes
cut out your lying tongue
and then we'll call this a tie

futureheads

if i could cheat
i would skip to the end
and decide if it's worth going through with
skip to the last paragraph
just before we start
to see the happy ending
or the broken heart

foutains of wayne

seth shapiro got his law degree
he moved to brooklyn from schenectady, '93
got some clients in the food industry
he says it's not the money, it's the recipes

he calls his mom, says he's doing fine
she's got somebody on the other line
puts coldplay on, pours a glass of wine
curls up with a book about organized crime

beth mckenzie got the job of her dreams
retouching photos for a magazine aimed at teens
it's thursday night she should be out on the scene
but she's sitting at home watching "the king of queens"

there's something wrong that she can't describe
she takes the contacts out of her eyes
sets the alarm for 6:45
so she can get a little exercise

when it's late, and it's hot
and a date with the late show's all that you've got
don't give out, don't give up
one of these nights you might find someone to love

and you're not the only one who's lonely

seth shapiro is trying in vain
to hail a taxi in the morning in the pouring rain
beth mckenzie sees one just up ahead
she cuts in front of him and leaves him for dead

bright eyes

i could have used some warning
i was on that porch all morning
smoking cigarettes and sinking deeper into doubt
is it possible for two people to need the same thing?

it's just the lines, they get so blurry
between what was once and now required
and i don't know on which side his heart falls
but i know where mine is buried
and it's so far from any wanting

i'll just come right out and say
that i think that i deserve her
more than anyone deserves anything
maybe i am selfish, but there is no way to share this

i’m sure that there are reasons for everything that happens
and absence leads to adoration, yeah it’s nobody’s fault
but now there is no way to change this
so i just photographed and framed it
and it’s hanging in a hallway
that we have no right to walk back down

i just want this shit to end
and i want a place to hang out
where record players play out
and there’s a thousand movies rented
for a thousand nights with her

bright eyes

you say that i treat you like a book on a shelf
i don't take you out that often because i know that i completed you
and that's why you are here
that's the reason you stay here
how awful that must feel

you said you could be my dream
i could have you every night
and if by morning
i'd forgotten you
well no big deal
that'd be alright
because you're the reoccurring kind
you never really leave my mind
are you the love of my lifetime?
because there have been times i've had my doubts

editors

with one hand you'll calm me
with one hand i'm steel

people are fragile things
this you should know by now
be careful what you put them through

one republic

i've got my heart set on anywhere but here
i'm staring down myself, counting up the years
and every glance is killing me
time to make one last appeal for the life i lead

stop and stare
i think i'm moving but i go nowhere
i know that everyone gets scared
but i've become what i can't be

you start to wonder why you're here
and not there
and you'd give anything to get what's fair
but fair isn't what you really need

stars

they can't see what's coming
and to this day
when everything breaks
you are the anchor that holds me
and that is why we'll always make it

how i know your face
all the ways you move
i can read you
you're my favourite book

all the things you say
the way you shift your eyes
i never knew there was someone to make me come alive

when the days are long
and the thunder with the storm can always get me crying
you can make my bed
i'll fall into it, shattered but not lonely
because i never knew a home until i found your hands

and when we're making love
i'd give up everything for your touch

when i'm weathered
you come to me
you're my best friend
and that is why we'll always make it

aimee mann

it's not
what you thought
when you first began it
you got
what you want
now you can hardly stand it though
by now you know
it's not going to stop
until you wise up

you're sure
there's a cure
and you have finally found it
you think one drink
will shrink you 'til you're underground and living down
but it's not going to stop
until you wise up

prepare a list of what you need
before you sign away the deed
because it's not going to stop
until you wise up
no, it's not going to stop
so just...give up

gym class heroes

she says she loves me
but she comes and goes when she pleases
when the door shuts
it's like another papercut
and now i'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
until she comes back around like those ceiling fan blades

she claims she loves me
but she cuts me into pieces
when i'm sewn up, here comes another papercut

now she consumes me
no room for self these days
i hate it when her face is invading my head again
i've grown accustomed to bending my beliefs
to satisfy her needs
but i'm fed up
with plugging cuts everytime they bleed
so i dip my pen in the puddle
what a bloody mess its been
trying to end this struggle
but i love her
she's the reason for the lesions
i start bleeding when she's leaving
and every scar on my fingertip
is a reminder of all the lessons learned
on my missions to try to find her

red hot chili peppers

my love affair with everywhere was innocent
why do you care?
someone start the car, time to go...
you're the best i know

my, what a good day for a walk outside
i'd like to get to know you a little better
god knows that i really tried

the disrepair of norma jean
could not compare to your routine
balarama beauty going toe to toe

i thought about it and i brought it out
i'm motivated by the lack of doubt

right on the verge, just one more dose
i'm traveling from coast to coast
my theory isn't perfect, but it's close
i'm almost there, why should i care?
my heart is hurting when i share
someone open up, let it show

miss monroe

i believe that everything happens for a reason. people change so that you can learn to let go. things go wrong so that you can appreciate them when they're right. you believe less so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself. and sometimes good things fall apart so that better things can fall together.

the most unsatisfactory men are those who pride themselves on virility and regard sex as if it were some form of athletics at which you can win cups. it is a woman's spirit and mood a man has to stimulate in order to make sex interesting. the real lover is the man who can thrill you just by touching your head or smiling into your eyes or just by staring into space.