The trash-filled streets made me wish we were headed home

Children,
Broadripple is burning
And the girls are getting sick
Off huffing glue up in the bathroom
While their boyfriends pick up chicks
And darling, I'm lost
I heard you whispering that night in Fountain Square
The trash-filled streets made me wish we were headed home

And there was love inside the basement
Where that woman used to lie
In a sleeping bag we shared upon
The floor most every night
And darling, I'm drunk
And everything that I have loved has turned to stone
So pack your bags
And come back home

And I'm wasted
You can taste it
Don't look at me that way
'Cause I'll be hanging from a rope
I will haunt you like a ghost

And if my woman was a fire
She'd burn out before I wake
And be replaced by pints of whiskey
Cigarettes and outer space
Then somebody moves
And everything you thought you had has gone to shit
But we've got a lot
Don't ever forget that

And I wrote this on an airplane
Where the people looked like ants
And when a woman that you loved is gone
She's bombing east Japan

Don't fucking move
'Cause everything you think you have will go to shit
But we've got a lot
Don't you dare forget that

And I'm wasted
You can taste it
Don't look at me that way
'Cause I'll be hanging from a rope
I will haunt you like a ghost

And I'm wasted
You can taste it
Don't look at me that way
'Cause I'll be hanging from a rope
I'll be hanging from a rope
I will haunt you like a ghost

Broadripple Is Burning by Margot & the Nuclear So and So's

I'm mostly just shy.

I can still get nervous
when I talk to you
even though we've dated
for a year or two
every time I stare
I notice something new
and abandon all hopes
of impressing you
I struggle with words
that I've always known
I get self-conscious of my voice
on the telephone
you tell me how you love me
every night before bed
and I turn out the lights
as my face turns red

sometimes it's hard to stay still
when you're moving close to me
my eyes they open wider
more color in my cheeks
I'm usually so pale
until you mess with my heartbeat
you turn me red
turning red
I'm turning red

my hands still get sweaty
when you're holding them
my clothes feel kind of tight
although I'm sure they fit
when we go out at night
sometimes I wish we'd stayed in
I feel like everyone is thinking
what's she doing with him?

every date feels like
the first one
and I can't wait 'til we meet
kick my feet under the table
when we sit down to eat
I don't know how to ask you
will you come home with me?
I'm turning red
turning red
I'm turning red

sometimes it's hard to stay still
when you're moving close to me
my eyes they open wider
more color in my cheeks
I'm usually so pale
until you mess with my heartbeat
I'm turning red
turning red
I'm turning red

I love it when you're playful
you tease me constantly
you're surprisingly insightful
when you embarrass me
and you can feel safe
in my arms
but safe's not what I need
you turn me red
turning red
I'm turning red

Turning Red by Dntel

The universe and a pulse

You can feel it quake
the very bones of you
if you breathe the cold
air carefully
enough.

Something born, stuttering
and rattling
inside of you,
wanting the night --
breathe
harder.

The stars will shine brighter
through the clouds of the sky,
but the moon will
still
thrive.
The sounds traveling by wind
will slowly whisper away,
leaving only silence
the world
has never heard.

What the Night Does to Me by Calvin

What have I become, my sweetest friend?

As the phone clicks,
our conversation and our relationship
ended. Her final words raced laps
through my head.

Why did she say that?
I asked myself, but
I could think of no answer. I
collapsed, sobbing.

"For ever,"
I heard her say,
over and over again,
forever.

Forever by Calvin

Stranger, do you feel cold?

"It was just a New Year's kiss.
And it was only for the day. The holiday.

Just a kiss.

It was some boy; there were no feelings -- there was no emotion tied with it.
Why don't you fucking understand that?
Not everything has to have meaning to it,"
she
tells
me.

And that, my dear, is why
you will
never
understand.

The Difference by Calvin