It’s a backwards attraction to your forward eyes.

Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction?
Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I’ll tell you mine.
You were the one, but I can’t spit it out when the date’s been set.
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.

Yeah, she is beautiful but she don’t mean a thing to me.

Okey next time Why? or Death cab comes to Europe, I HAVE TO see them. Deal? Okey.

I should give up. I should stop waiting. But how do you give up? How do you stop waiting, and hoping that things will change? They say that hope is the last thing that’ll leave the body. And it might be true, because it’s so damn difficult to stop hoping. And that’s why the quote from Fight club makes so much sense; Losing all hope is freedom.

I suffered a swift defeat
I’ll endure countless repeats
The gift of memory’s an awful curse
with age it just gets much worse
But I won’t mind.

Death cab for cutie will forever be brilliant to me. Their music will never get old, and it will never get boring. It will always move me in some way. And I love them.

Why is this song so brilliant?