Shine on me, baby cause it's raining in my heart. - Elliott Smith

Your hand on his arm, the hay stack charm around your neck, strung out and thin, calling some friend trying to cash some check, he's acting dumb, that's what you've come to expect. * I can't beat myself
I can't beat myself
And I don't want to talk.
I'm taking the cure so I can be quiet
Whenever I want.
So leave me alone
You ought to be proud that I'm getting good marks.

I think the music business will eventually crush me, but I [smiles]... I'm ready.

The first true love that folded at the slightest touch,
brought down like an old hotel,
people digging through the rubble for things they can resell.