I’m only happy when I’m drinking.

The Avett Brothers

"If It's the Beaches"

Don’t say it’s over, ‘cause that’s the worst news I could hear
I swear that I will, do my best to be here just the way you like it
Even though its hard to hide
Push my feelings all aside
I will rearrange my plans and change for you

If I could go back; that’s the first thing I would do
I swear that I would, do my best to folow through
Come up with a master plan
A home-run hit, a winning stand
A guarantee and not a promise
That I’ll never let your love slip from my hands

If it’s the beaches…  if it’s the beaches’ sands you want
Then you will have them
If it’s the mountains’ bending rivers
Then you will have them
If it’s your wish to run away
Then I will grant it
Take whatever what you think of
While I go gas up the truck
Pack the old love letters up
We will read them when we forget why we left here

Did I ever tell you why I left Scranton?…Yeah, I didn’t think I had…Well, it was all about Pam…I mean, she was with Roy, and, uh, I just couldn’t take it. I mean, I lost it - I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t concentrate on anything…even weird stuff, like, food had no taste. So my solution was to move away. It was awful…and it is something that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy …

Frightened Rabbit

"Home From War"

Here I stand like a soldier home from war
With nothing to do but remember the shutter of bombs
I’m sure it never quite goes away
It never quite goes away, oh

Here I sit like a beginner beginning again
And all those fuck-ups counted for nothing ‘cause nothing makes sense
And I am never quite fully awake
And never completely asleep, yeah

I’m walking around like a soldier who’s home from war
Lost in the foreign landscape I used to know
Will I ever feel like I belong?
Will I ever feel like I belong anywhere?

Well, here I lie like a lover who isn’t in love
Who stares at the cracks in the ceiling six feet above
And who knows just how it feels to buckle beneath the weight
And there’s only so much you can take
There’s only so much you can take
I might never be normal again
But who cares?
I ask, who cares?

And now I’m standing disheveled at your door
Covered in dust and dirt but full of hope
We might never be normal again
Might never be normal again, but who cares?
I ask, who cares?

sevenohthree:

One of my favorite records, ever.

sevenohthree:

One of my favorite records, ever.

(Source: evilgerald)

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