King of Carrot Flowers, Pt. I - Neutral Milk Hotel
And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy’s shoulder. And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor, as we would lay and learn what each other’s bodies were for. And this is the room one afternoon I knew I could love you. And from above you how I sank into your soul; into that secret place where no one dares to go.
Long night, last call. Bloodshot eyes from some drinks too tall. I breathe in deep, and I swear to god I’ll die If I go home alone tonight.
I have been really out of touch of the things that I love. To say the least, I have been feeling extremely nostalgic lately. Whenever I listen to Owen, I get the same feeling I feel the first time I ever heard it. It’s a feeling that is so important to me. Mike Kinsella is without a doubt one of my favorite musicians.