neutral milk hotel

Come to think of it i'm like one of those remote controls you buy, with every button except rewind.i cant ever get the right words to the right people.crying is not as pretty as it looks like in the movies.breath in the air-everything about you right now reminds me that i am all alone in this melodramatic state of mind.and how terrible i am because of the thoughts that run through my head.like i'm pretty sure i could get some sleep if you were dead and gone.but not in a "drop dead" kind of way, more like you couldn't screw with my head anymore.sit here and stare at the television because that's what i'm supposed to do.sit and watch your tragic plans in the making because that's what i'm supposed to do.always in search for that platonic happiness that is so far away yet so close to me.i sometimes forget to care.and i just want to write a story or a song that makes everyone forget their troubles but i'm not too sure that i have it in me to actually do that .perplex my indecentcies cause you like pointing out my flaws. Lamenting over the choices i've made, the things i'm not, the things i could be, the things i could've been.hot spots become colder by the day.this race is rigged its all planned out with their distorted idea of poise and grace.yeah but to me its more like poisoned race.i just want one person to know me completely before its over. everyone loves an underdog. its a shame nobody notices them or gives a care. things will get better.i hope.wishful thinking never helped anyone but hell, it keeps them alive.