than each other, but you sound a whole lot like coffee on a
Sunday morning and the rain is falling bitter against the windowpane
and your elbows are making holes in the counter tops, and
I only want to tell you that I wish I was as close as the threads of your t-shirt, and if I can’t be that, then I’ll be content with
drinking my drink beside you, with the rain sloppy open mouth kissing the roof, trying to dismantle the etymology of a conversation
that falls out of the realm of words."
— Shinji Moon
The faithful made me happy,
The bad refined me,
The worst were my lessons,
The best never left me."
— Conor Oberst