(conor oberst)

there are stories in the soil, loose leaves cover the ground there's volumes in the forest, no one reads out loud if i could take them down off of that mountain shelf we used to climb but no one tries to go up that far now yeah

we're all too busy working, entertaining ourselves forty hours television and prescription pills well i take two a day to make my brain behave it never does but who's to say at least my doctor gets paid

so that's fine, yeah come by we'll take the afternoon off we can kiss and undress or if you want just talk cause i've got nothing real, just empty space to fill and you're my girl i like your style just imagine all the time we could kill

and time's not poison but once you drink it all you'll die so let's just sip it real slow yeah we can nurse it all night try to believe that once it's gone we'll pour another round and come back to life come right back

i guess i'm moving faster now or that's what they said and though some days still take forever i can't disagree because it seems to me that i wake up and sleep look in the mirror have no idea what happened in between

but i remember counting days down 'til the year could be done so i could scatter all my notebooks on the prep school lawn and disappear again into a summer's bliss of staying out sleeping in and getting drunk with my friends

that's gone and i know that it won't ever come back i accept i won't cling to what i had in the past but life's a slippery slope, regret's the steepest hill hope for the best, plan for the worst and maybe wind up somewhere in the middle

and i'm not saying that i know what i want but i know what i don't, don't want to rot in my room and never know what could have been believe what everyone else tells me is true yeah, they say 'true' that's what they say

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