Conor Oberst Quotes

You could be happy, the minute you try.
Why won't you try? Oh won't you try?

And you speak of a fever, that burns you inside,
as you explain to your mother, how you've wanted to die.
So she kisses your fingers, and says "My darling, but why?
When there is so much more. There is so much more."

So you say there are spaces, opening wide?
Oh believe me, there's day longer than nights.
And you could be happy, if only you'd try.
But you don't try. No you don't try.

My parents ask if I'm alright; I say "I've just been staying up too late.
I need to sleep" I need to do something!
To get this awful weight up off my chest,
keep her pretty ghost from chasing me!

There's a cat in the window, of the house of my lover.
Well she sleeps there alone now, or perhaps with another.
Oh I try no to think about that, I try not to think at all!

Well morning came, and it dressed the sky in a lovely yellow gown.
Shopping malls are opening in that narrow hallway of downtown,
filled with people who are shopping for their lovers and their friends,
singing "I won't ever be lonely again"

I find that life is easier when it is just a blur
With no details to confuse who or what or where I was
So when the ending comes the full regret will be obscure

I had a brother once, he drowned in a bathtub,
before he'd ever learned how to talk.
And I don't know what his name was
but my mother does,
I heard her say it once, she said,
"Padraic, my prince, I have all but died from the sheer weight of my shame:
you cried but no-one came."

In a coma, you don't dream,
you just hope that someone sits with you.

I swear that I'm dying
slowly but it's happening, and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere...
just take me there.

I started to sink like the moon tends to do if you stare at it too long
Then you blink and it's gone

If I die tonight, then I guess I die tonight
Let me go on.

And me I'm in the bathroom
crying out my eyelids because it's hard to be a man
when you're scared, just like a little kid.

My Brother went to college
To become a doctor
And if he studies hard enough
He'll end up just like papa, who hates his life.

And me I'm in my bedroom drawing in my notebook
Because my hand thinks I'm an artist
But my heart knows I'm a poet
It's just words they mean so little to me.