daniel merriweather'ın çok güzel bir şarkısı. rahatlatıcı şekilde söylemesiyle loop'a aldırıyor. sözleri de şöyle ki:

yesterday i made you cry,
it didnt even phase me when your tears rolled down.
i was so convinced that i was right,
that you never even tried to bring me round.

and these rules,
are getting tangled in my body,
these rules
it's gonna hurt when you pull them out...

look at what you made do,
i was only tryin to save the world,
but i forgot about asking you.
but look at what you made me say,
i'm using crosswords on the radio,
telling you to change your ways.
look at what i've become,
thought that i was everything you dreamed of,
but you were dreamin of getting out,
and now i can't get my ass off the couch.

nicotine and alcohol,
anything to fill the hole,
cos it's all too much.
there's nothing i can talk about,
of course i'm gonna shut you out.
i can hardly blame you cos you got me stuck yeah yeah.

but these rules,
are getting tangled in my body,
these rules,
it's gonna hurt when you pull them out.

look at what you made me do,
i was just about to save the world
when i forgot about asking you.
look at what what you made me say,
i'm using crosswords on the radio,
telling you to change your way.
look at what ive become
thought i was everything you dreamed of,
but you were dreamin of getting out,
and now i can't get my ass off the couch

because of you..

come angel fly away,
angel leave today,
but you never go,
how these rules,
got tangled in our body,
these rules,
its gonna hurt when you pull them out

but look at what you made me do,
i was just about to save the world
when i forgot about asking you.
look at what what you made me say,
i'm using crosswords on the radio,
telling you to change your ways.
look at what ive become
thought i was everything you dreamed of,
but you were dreamin of getting out,
and now i can't get my ass off the couch

because of you.

(carter - 4 Eylül 2009 13:33)

cleopatra mathis'in boşanma üzerine yazılmış küsel bir şiiri

that year we hardly slept, waking like inmates
who beat the walls. every night
another refusal, the silent work
of tightening the heart.
exhausted, we gave up; escaped
to the apartment pool, swimming those laps
until the first light relieved us.

days were different: fm and full-blast
blues, hours of guitar "you gonna miss me
when i'm gone." think how you tried
to pack up and go, for weeks stumbling
over piles of clothing, the unstrung tennis rackets.
finally locked into blame, we paced
that short hall, heaving words like furniture.

i have the last unshredded pictures
of our matching eyes and hair. we've kept
to separate sides of the map,
still i'm startled by men who look like you.
and in the yearly letter, you're sure to say
you're happy now. yet i think of the lawyer's bewilderment
when we cried, the last day. taking hands
we walked apart, until our arms stretched
between us. we held on tight, and let go.

(silverscreen - 14 Haziran 2005 20:37)