Back to Wreck

This place has a lot of history and even if no one is listening, it's the place I used to turn to with my problems. Now I keep them in a book. But sometimes it's good to read all this and remember. That I haven't changed at all. That I'm a perpetually sad person. Breaking again. Feels like it's never going to end.

Neutral Milk Hotel

Two headed boy Put on sunday shoes And dance round the room to accordion keys With the needle that sings in your heart Catching signals that sound in the dark Catching signals that sound in the dark We will take off our clothes And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine Best band I've heard in a really long time.

black flies on the windowsill

And I don't wanna beg your pardon And I don't wanna ask you why But if I was to go my own way Would I have to pass you by?

We are the wild youth

Shadows settle on the place, that you left. Our minds are troubled by the emptiness. Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time. From the perfect start to the finish line. And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones. 'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs. Setting fire to our insides for fun Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong The lovers that went wrong. We are the reckless, We are the wild youth Chasing visions of our futures One day we'll reveal the truth That one will die before he gets there. And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones. 'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone. We're setting fire to our insides for fun. Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home, It was a flood that wrecked this... ... and you caused it... ... and you caused it... ... and you caused it... Well I've lost it all, I'm just a silouhette, A lifeless face that you'll soon forget, My eyes ae damp from the words you left, Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest. Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest. And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one, 'Cause most of us are bitter over someone. Setting fire to our insides for fun, To distract our hearts from ever missing them. But I'm forever missing him. (Daughter)

Promise

Who am I, darling to you? Who am I? Going to tell you stories of mine Who am I?