"Let’s hold up our fists to the flame in the sky to block out the light that is reaching for our eyes. I have locked my actions in the grooves of routine so I may never be free of this apathy. But… there still is hope, yes, I can be healed. There is someone looking for what I concealed in my secret drawer, in my pockets deep. You will find the reasons that I can’t sleep and you will still want me. But will you still want me?"
— Conor Oberst (via blua