Conor Oberst
The Joy in Forgetting/The Joy in Acceptance
There's a cat in the window of the house of my lover
Well she sleeps there alone now or perhaps with another
Oh I try not to think about that
I try not to think at all
I get cocaine from a girl I met and my brother buys me alcohol
And I stay up all night walking
Through these houses I have grown to hate
And my parents ask if I'm alright
I say I've just been staying up too late
I need to sleep
I need to do something to get this awful weight up off my chest and keep
Her pretty ghost from chasing me...

So you say there are spaces open and wide
Believe me there's days longer than nights
And you will be happy the minute you try
But you don't try
No you don't try
And you speak of a fever that burns you inside
As you explain to your mother how you've wanted to die
So she kisses your fingers and says
"My darling, but why when there is so much more?
There is so much more
Do you know there are spaces open and wide?
Believe me, there's days longer than nights
And you will be happy if only you'd try
Oh won't you try?
Oh won't you try?"