“Milk Thistle” - Conor Oberst
for the record, I’d come pick you up, we’ll head for the ocean just say when you’ve had enough. all the light and sound, this little world’s too fragile now and there’s only one way out. but if you let me slide I’ll do my best to make things right, I’m no where bound, just going up and down, up and down. milk thistle, milk thistle, let me down slow, just help me go slow, I’ve been hurrying on. I was poised for greatness, I was down and out, I keep death at my heels like a basset hound. if I go to heaven I’ll be bored as hell, like a crying baby at the bottom of a well.