Sleep is good and books are better.
I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could find no meaning.
But once you knew a girl and you named her Lover
And danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer
But autumn came, She disappeared
You can’t remember where she said she was going to
But you know that she’s gone ‘cause she left you a song
That you don’t want to sing
- Bright Eyes