It’s deeper than you can breathe 
It’s farther than you could see 
It’s too much to ask of me 
It’s all in the glass you’ll see 
It’s deeper than you can breathe 
It’s all in the glass you’ll see 
It’s farther than we could be 
It’s deeper than you and me 
Frightened eyes

- Youth Lagoon

You’re not my dream girl.
You’re not my reality girl.
You’re my dreams come true girl.

– Cass McCombs

Red is my favorite color
Red like your mother’s eyes after a while 
Of crying about how you don’t love her
She says, “I know I don’t deserve 
Supervised sight of her
But each day becomes a blur without my daughter” 

Fall is my favorite season
Like falling to reasoning why you crashed from on high
She says, “Why is my life so uneven 
And what have I done right 
But given you your life 
If after I led you on into that bar room?” 

“Yes” is my favorite answer
I took a dancer home, she felt so alone
We stayed up all night in the kitchen 
Doing my dishes, on and on until the dawn
She said, “I know that it’s easy to have me
But I have seen some things 
That I cannot even tell to my family pictures
And I’m full of fictions and fucking addictions 
And I miss my mother” 

She’ll never know I could never forget her
If I could write her a letter, I’d try with every line 
To say, “She still remembers your touch
And I know that it’s not much
But you still haven’t lost her”

- Okkervil River, Red

I still keep my baby teeth
in the bedside table with my jewelry
you still sleep in the bed with me,
my jewelry, and my baby teeth

I don’t need another friend
When most of them
I can barely keep up with them
perfectly able to hold my own hand,
but I still can’t kiss my own neck.

I wanted to give you everything
but I still stand in awe of superficial things
I wanted to love you like my mother’s mother’s mothers did

civilian

– Wye Oak

And you’re the kind to hide your eyes from the sun
And in your world the strong survive
But won’t you lay your body down
Yes and now’s the time to wrap your ears around the sound
Of your train coming round
You’ll have to lay everything down

- War On Drugs, Arms Like Boulders

It’s alright, 
You won’t set the kids on fire
Oh but I might. 

It’s all right
It’s all right

- Wilco

Roots and lies, roots and lies, our family tree is old
From there we climb the golden hill, calmly will eternity
I held your heart, a giant wand; all tell of sorrow
And history begins to be blue and brown eyes

- Feist, Graveyard

- Broken Social Scene, Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl

With a head like a vulture
And heart full of hornets
He drives off the cliff
Into the blue, into the blue

Not even she could save him
Not even she could save him
Found him inside the motor

- Calexico, Not Even Stevie Nicks