for those of you playing along at home, the current songcrush of the day is bright eyes’ “Waste Of Paint”. these lyrics made my chest explode because i was breathing so fast:

As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry,
like art could save a wretch like me, with some ideal ideology that no one can hope to achieve.
And I am never real; it is just a sketch of me.
And everything I have is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time.

and really it’s not the same if you can’t hear his quavering cracking voice and breathless breathing when he’s singing the song.

i think i might be in love.