Utah can be real beautiful sometimes.

It's just not consistent.

 I like reading Bright Eye's songs more than I like listening to them. They're really quite beautiful, and I feel like sometimes that gets lost in the music.

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Virginia's almost sleeping
The night is getting older
There's static on the tv
And she's lying on the sofa
The cats crawl over her

Jenny's in the garage
She's got the car in neutral
She rolls it out so quietly
It's Saturday as usual
It always is

And me I'm in my bedroom drawing in my notebook
Cause my hand thinks I'm an artist
But my heart knows I'm a poet
It's just words they mean 

so little to me

so little to me

so little to me

so little to me

so little to me

so little to me

so little to me
I can't seem to deal with something more
When everyone will fall back

Daddy's in the backyard
His hands are getting dirty
And mom is in the kitchen and the cake says that I'm thirteen
Another year

My brother went to college to become a doctor
And if he studies hard enough
He'll end up just like father
Who hates his life

And me I'm in the bathroom
Crying out my eyelids cause it's hard to be a man
When you're scared just like a little kid
The world's become 

a little too mean

a little too mean

a little too mean

a little too mean

a little too mean

a little too mean
And I can't see the point of patient love
When everyone just wants to get ******.

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(I edited it a bit for those of you who are sensitive.)