And I never thought this life was possible,You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for. In polaroids you were dressed in women's clothes Were you made ashamed, why'd you lock them in a drawer? Well, I don't think that I ever loved you more Well let the poets cry themselves to sleep And all their tearful words will turn back into steam The sound of loneliness makes me happier.
Conor OberstWhen you write a song, the goal is not to convey the details of your life. You should write a memoir or something if that's what you're going to do.
Conor OberstAnd me I'm in the bathroom crying out my eyelids because it's hard to be a man when you're scared, just like a little kid.
Conor Oberst