Baby, don't worry 'cause now I got your back.
And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try and make you laugh.
And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass,
And I will keep you company through those days so long and black.
And we'll just keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve,
of Love's uneven remainder, our lives are fractions of a whole.
But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall,
then I think we would see the beauty then, we would stand staring in awe,
At our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges,
like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.
-Conor Oberst
Autumn's here, and I'm making peace with the fallen leaves.
This winter will be different, Dear.
For I am full of wonder, and ready to begin.
2 comments:
The winter unfortunately will not be different. Except there will be more white powder on the ground from the impending nuclear wars.
Also, Bowl of Oranges was so 2002. Now it's all about hospitals and pissing your fans off.
I love Bowl of Oranges, whether it's 2002 or not.
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