When I said, “I can see me in your eyes”
You said “I can see you in my bed”
That’s not just friendship that’s romance, too.
You like music we can dance to.
— The Strokes
I believe that there is one story in the world, and only one… Humans are caught—in their lives, in their thoughts, in their hungers and ambitions, in their avarice and cruelty, and in their kindness and generosity too—in a net of good and evil… There is no other story. A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of his life, will have left only the hard, clean questions: Was it good or was it evil? Have I done well—or ill?
— John Steinbeck
And then, suddenly, well it occurs to me, I slept alone before you. And so I pour myself the stiffest drink my stomach can stand, and convince to lay back down again.
— Bright Eyes
Dreaming every of night of you, shaking at the sight of you.
— Timber Timbre
So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone. And your eyes must
do some raining if you are ever going to grow. But when crying don’t help and
you can’t compose yourself. It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope. That is why I’m singing… Baby don’t worry cause now I
got your back. And every time you feel like crying, I’m gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can’t, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company through those days so long and black. And we’ll just keep working on the problem we know we’ll never solve of Love’s uneven remainder, our lives are fractions of a whole. But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall. Then I think we would see the beauty then. We would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.
— Bright Eyes
I want you so bad I’ll go back on the fence, I believe. There I just said it, I’m scared you’ll forget about me.
— John Mayer
