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