Can I just say that I LOVE Bright Eyes... and I'm not using the word "love" in a whored out way either. Conor Oberst is a friggin erudite paragon - he is amazing and I don't know what else to say.

Bright Eyes :: The Calendar Hung Itself

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall?
Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes?
Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you.
Oh, does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched
And does he cry through broken sentences like "I love you far too much?"
Does he lay awake listening to your breath, worried that you smoke too many cigarettes?
Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor?
For every speck of tile there's a thousand more you won’t ever see but most hold inside yourself eternally.

*This is everything you could want to say to someone that you will probably never have... am I right or am I right? This song gives me goosebumps, it's so eerie and wonderfully articulated.