'Semi-Charmed Life' by Third Eye Blind

I believe in the sand beneath my toes
The beach gives a feeling
An earthy feeling
I believe in the faith that grows
And the four right chords can make me cry
When I'm with you I feel like I could die
And that would be all right
All right

...'the four right chords can make me cry'... how friggin true!!

'Elephant' by Damien Rice

What's the point of this song? Or even singing?
You've already gone, why am I clinging?
Well I could throw it out, and I could live without
And I could do it all for you
I could be strong
Tell me if you want me to lie
'Cause this has got to die
This has got to stop
This has got to lie down, down
With someone else on top

"'Cause in my head
There's a Greyhound station
Where I set my thoughts
To far-off destinations
So they may have a chance
Of finding a place where they're
Far more suited than here. "

- Soul Meets Body by Death Cab for Cutie

Noone understands my favourite band. Noone understands their cryptic lyrics. Their meandering poetry.Their 'darkened optimism'.

Noone understands me when I say 'registration'. I somehow slur the whole word. No matter how hard I try. I mean, sometimes I make it. Or the people I'm talking to are used to weird accents. But most of the time it's a slur.

Noone understands me when I laugh. I laugh at the weirdest things. I laugh during sad movies. I laugh the hardest at stupid jokes. I laugh at lines in books that everyone else finds normal. Or even dumb. I laugh at babies. In the mean way.

Noone understands me when I say 'I love you'. I love too liberaly. Too carelessly. Too damn freely. I mean all three syllables. I mean them to death.
Noone understands my depressing blogs.

'I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You' by Colin Hay

To 'you':
I drink good coffee every morning
Comes from a place that's far away
And when I'm done I feel like talking
Without you here there is less to say
I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
What is closer to the truth
That if I lived 'til I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
I'm no longer moved to drink strong whisky
'Cause I shook the hand of time and I knew
That if I lived 'til I could no longer climb my stairs
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
Your face it dances and it haunts me
Your laughter's still ringing in my ears
I still find pieces of your presence here
Even after all these years
But I don't want you thinking I don't get asked to dinner
'Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do
Even though I may soon feel the touch of love
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
If I lived 'til I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you