And back when I was 12 or so I swear to god I never felt so low
Everyone but me was making out and eating cookies
I had more than my brain could stand, I threw my life in a garbage can
I felt so weird, I had to disappear, In crying suicide disease.
-Jeffrey Lewis, 'Back When I was 4'

So that's how I learned the lesson, that everyone's alone
And your eyes must do some raining, if you're ever gonna grow
And when crying don't help, you can't compose yourself, it's best to compose a poem
An honest verse of longing, or a simple song of hope
-Bright Eyes, 'Bowl Of Oranges'

Hindsight ƒucked me up, the past facilitates resentment
And I get told not to dwell on it, and to live for the present
Living in first person is hard when you're not on the track
And if the present is a gift then I want to send it back
-Crywank, 'Now I'm Sad (Boo Hoo)'

And one day we will die, and our ashes will fly
From the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young, let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
Love to be, in the arms of all I'm keeping here with me
-Neutral Milk Hotel, 'In The Aeroplane Over The Sea'

So much that I can't say to you
My voice shakes from the hurt that I hide
Ashamed of my existence, and of my petty often wounded pride
I'd like to come home to see you, and to catch your sickness by the bedside
But then you'd know how much I really need you
-Red House Painters, 'Drop'

my girlfwiend