Lover, and now that you've left me I'm glad you're unlovely.
Because if you could take all the heat from your heart and just hang it from you
I wouldn't be able to bear the way you cannot love me
It's much easier of me to make a monster out of you.
So here I go substituting the glow from your temples
All our sighs and our trembles, and each last letter sent to you.
From the cheap little pen of this weak little man, the one singing
Out his jangling ringing and hopefully stinging attack upon you.
So here I go just exploding the hope we'll be speaking
Someday years from now seeking, friendship and understanding
and I hope you get angry and hurt and have the hardest of landings
and I hope your new man thinks of me when he sees what a number I did on you.
I grow tired of this song, turn my eyes to the blonde in the bleachers
She's a lovely young creature. I think she's seeking adventure.
I think she's ready to see that the world ain't so sweet nor so tender
I won't break her just bend her, and make her into my new ringer for you.
I stay in the same comfy town
I write the same old songs down
I drive the same streets.
Seek the same sence of dull peace.
Whisper the same sweet words to the chippies.
The same walk by the road, where the unlovely snow's finally leaving
But I'll fight off the spring
I don't want lovely things
I don't want the earth new.
~okkervil river
Listen, if you like.