- Though I'd like to be the girl for him and cross the sea and land for him. On milky skin my tongue is sand until the ever distant band begins to play.
- Feist, Brandy Alexander
- And I am writer, writer of fictions. I am the heart that you call home and I've written pages upon pages trying to rid you from my bones. I am a writer. I am all that you have home, home. And I've written pages upon pages trying to rid you from my bones, my bones, my bones. And if you don't love me let me go. And if you don't love me let me go. And if you don't love me let me go. And if you don't love me let me go.
- The Decemberists, The Engine Driver
- Well, I'd never want to see you unhappy. I thought you'd want the same for me. Goodbye, my almost lover. Goodbye, my hopeless dream. I'm trying not to think about you. Can't you just let me be? So long, my luckless romance. My back is turned on you. Should've known you'd bring me heartache. Almost lovers always do. I cannot go to the ocean, I cannot drive the streets at night, I cannot wake up in the morning, without you on my mind. So you're gone and I'm haunted. And I bet you are just fine. Did I make it that easy to walk right in and out of my life?
- A Fine Frenzy, Almost Lover
- You take your white finger, slide the nail under the top and bottom buttons of my blazer, relax the fraying wool, slacken ties and I'm not to look at you in the shoe, but the eyes, find the eyes.
- I time every journey to bump into you, accidentally. I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate, all the girls I hate, all the words I hate, all the clothes I hate, how I'll never be anything I hate. You smile, mention something that you like, how you'd have a happy life if you did the things you like.
- Franz Ferdinand, The Dark of the Matinée
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