oh, now i get it

it's about 3am texts from boys you want to touch,
telling you to look at the moon.

("brothers on a hotel bed"
- death cab for cutie

see what i see:
someone dies and in the end she's sitting alone on her bed, looking as though she's about to cry
cue that slow, sad piano

and when the beat comes in, she laughs
bittersweet and contrary to what she feels like doing

but in the end, still right.
<3)