Mr. Bobbys World

Monday, May 2, 2011

Bright Eyes - Lovers Turn Into Monsters

Lovers turn into monsters at the loss of all affection
Almost like it was the affection that kept them from being monsters
And I could have used some warning
I was on that porch all morning
Smoking cigarettes and sinking deeper into doubt

Could it be I am mistaken, have I stolen somebody's baby?
Is it possible for two people to need the same thing?

It's just the lines, they get so blurry
Between what is once, and now required
And I don't know on which side his heart falls
But I know where mine is buried
And it's so far from any wanting
Yeah, it needs this to keep beating
It won't go on without it

If I'm still weighed down with subtleties
Then I'll just come right out and say
That I think that I deserve her
More than anyone deserves anything
Maybe I am selfish, but there is no way to share this

There's not enough to go around, I don't care who else gets hurt

But I'm still sick with empathy because I once stood in his place
I spent a year quietly dying while he let go and ignored her
And I'm sure that there are reasons for everything that happens
And absence leads to adoration, yeah it's nobody's fault

But now there is no way to change this
So I just photographed and framed it
And it's hanging in a hallway
That we have no right to walk back down

But I hope that he feels better but I'm sick of all the drama
I can't stand to see her crying, I just want this shit to end
And I want a place to hang out where record players play out
And there's a thousand movies rented for a thousand nights with her

Bright Eyes - The Joy In Forgetting

There is a cat in the window of the house of my lover. Well she sleeps
there alone now or perhaps with another but I try not to think about
that. I try not to think at all. I get cocaine from this girl I met
and my brother buys me alcohol. And I stay up all night walking
through these houses I have grown to hate and my parents ask if I'm all
right 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 and keep
her pretty ghost from chasing me...You say there are spaces open and
wide. You say there are days longer than nights. And I could be happy
if only I'd try...but I don't try. I don't try. And you speak of a
fever that burns you inside. As you explain to your mother how you
have 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. Do you
know there are spaces open and wide. Believe me, there are days longer
than nights. And you will be happy the minute you try. So won't you
try? Won't you try?