Bill MurrayDarling, did you hear the news?
It’s a landslide, a landslide
We’ve stumbled into dangerous lands
And it’s goodbye, and goodnight for us
They keep their opinions
Circling like caged birds, but we
Mogwai Stole my Chord ProgressionDon’t call me a friend, that’s a cruel demotion
There are other fish swimming in your ocean
I think I’d prefer to be a ghost
When we moved on, only I moved on
You still thought about us after I was gone
I'll claw my way out of this house
Occupy Anchoragewhen I have kids
will they know me like you did
or will they think
that nothing ever made me flinch
when I am old
when I am sitting in a home
with my new friends
Saturday MorningIf I could bend you with my powers
I’d make you fall asleep for hours
I’d count the breaths that you were breathing
And try to limit myself to that many reasons
Why I’d stay up till five in the morning
Hoping you would kiss me without warning
Why I was broken when you left me
The Death of a FlyYou are so predictable, my pretty little idiot
I can read your mind, it consists of 3-letter words
Except for “um” with fifteen m’s behind it
That’s more than three
That’s easy to see
Can you count? Hey, that’s good for you
If so, would you mind conducting a tally of the
With Friends like MeOff in our own circles we are spinning away
Nothing can stop us now
You never were the one to take initiative
I guess neither was I
Sometimes our lives just don't seem to stop
Breathe in, breathe out
Somewhere between the breaths you disappeared