Black Bear

I wanted to show you
all the secrets in this town
but you were always hiding
up in your ivory tower

I still know where to find you when you're sad
and I can still trace your feelings like a map back to you

You found a trail
that led deep into the forest
but you were too afraid
to go in by yourself

so I accompanied you there
and I fought off that large bear for you

I wanted to show you
all the secrets in this town
but you ran away
when I came round your house

I still know where to find you when you're scared
and I know all the secrets that you kept from me
but they're safe with me
you're safe with me

a different kind of love song

lately i find myself wanting you
lately i find myself craving youuuurrrr flesh

your face is so pretty I could eat it up, quite literally
all my senses are tingling with this need to feed

I want to tear the flesh from your bones
and I just want to eat all your fingers and toes

don't hide from me baby I know just where to find you
me and my friends have the keenest of senses you know it's true

I want to tear the flesh from your bones
and I just want to eat all your fingers and toes

I've got you now, cornered with nowhere to run
too bad this apocalypse fling is over, we sure had some fun

but baby I want to tear the flesh from your bones
and I just want to eat all your fingers and toes
and the rest of you oh

"this is a new song"

"so fun to make plans when
"can i see you?"s
"i miss you"s
and "come visit me"s
oh how nice it would be
but I don't miss you like i used to
i don't miss you like i should


i don't miss you like i used to
i don't miss you like i should"

p.s.
I am glad that cursive can only really be done by hand. It keeps writing sacred.

it is conor oberst's birthday today

my dreams keep betraying me. or am I betraying my dreams?
when we ignore our desires/dreams or dismiss them as animalistic, and therefore inappropriate, do we betray ourselves? does that even make sense?
I feel like there is so much I could do, but my heart is not in any of it and I think the last three and a half years have really taken it out of me. I do not know what "it" is.
is anyone out there?
hello hello testing one two three hello are you there are you there are youthereareyouthereareyouth-

get better

get better get better get better get better get bettergetbettergetbettergetbettergetbetter

never forget

you're not far from my mind these days
and I find the things I (used to) love are taking a backseat.
the knuckles on your hands remind me of a time when work was honest
and fingers were used for something other than striking keys on a keyboard.

you open doors to find leaves blowing
and old lovers tangled with each other
lying on the bare wood floor of a house you have never seen
I miss the way you couldn't understand eternal love
and trees joining together, looking for some solace,
for some kind of family, in the tangling of their branches,
just the way your past lovers lie tangled on the floor
in a heap of pure, animalistic lust.

you're welcome
you're welcome to stay

you're welcome to come inside and stay a little dryer
to throw all your clothes into my dryer
to curl up in my bed and stay dry

you're welcome to stay and see what the spring has in store
to come with me, i'm going to the store
to find something to make for dinner

you're welcome to sit on my porch, yeah sit right there
as you swing you write, "They're
getting too comfortable already."

you're welcome
you're welcome to walk right out the door
cause my heart doesn't flutter anymore
and your fingers don't know what mine are for
too bad we never made love on this floor

you're welcome