Bright Eyes Quotes

Name: Conor Oberst/ Bright Eyes
Birthday: February 15, 1980
Genres: Indie, Alternative
Occupations: Singer, Songwriter
Years active: 1992–present

it seems to me that i wake up and sleep,
look in the mirror have no idea what happened in between

you were carved from bone, but your heart is just sand

be content without perfection

you have beautiful, beautiful eyes
so bright and alive and enchanting
i want to be with you all of the time
it’s hopeless, but i have to try

the world has become a little too mean
and i can’t see the point of patient love
when everyone just wants to get fucked

love is real
it is not just in poetry and stories
it is truth, and it will follow you

trust is a virtue
i’ll never desert you

so when your new eyes meet mine
they won’t see no lies, just love

though i know that my actions are impossible to justify
they seem adequate to fill up my time
but if i could talk to myself
like i was someone else,
well then maybe i could take your advice,
and i wouldn’t act like such an asshole all the time

all the joy that pours from everything makes fountains of your eyes
because you finally understand the movement of a hand waving goodbye

these clocks keep unwinding and completely ignore
everything that we hate or adore
once the page of a calendar is turned it’s no more
so tell me then, what was it for?

well, we’ve all made our predictions but the truth still isn’t out
but if you wanna see the future, go stare into a cloud

you’re just a piece of the puzzle so i think you’d better find your place

i don’t know what tomorrow brings
it is alive with such possibilities

you write such pretty words,
but life’s no story book
love’s an excuse to get hurt

if i could act like this was my real life and not some cage where i’ve been placed,
then, i could tell you the truth like i used to and not be afraid of sounding fake

the future has got me worried, such awful thoughts
my head is a carousel of pictures, the spinning never stops

your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow

baby don’t worry cause now i got your back
and every time you feel like crying,
i’m gonna try and make you laugh
and if i can’t, if it just hurts too bad,
then we will wait for it to pass

i am terribly sorry but, there is nothing i can do for you
that you can’t do for yourself

how grateful i was then to be part of the mystery,
to love and to be loved
let’s just hope that is enough

so when i’m lost in a crowd,
i hope that you’ll pick me out

if everything that happens is supposed to be and it is predetermined, can’t change your destiny
then i guess i’ll just keep moving, someday, maybe, i’ll get to where i’m going

i know i should be brave,
but i’m just too afraid of all this change
and it’s too hard to focus through all this doubt,
i keep making these “to do” lists, but nothing gets crossed out

love is some kind of lottery, where you can scratch and see what is underneath
it’s “sorry, play again” get lucky

so i hold my tongue, forget the song, tie my shoe and start walking off
and try to just keep moving on, with my broken heart and my absent God
i have no faith, but it is all i want, to be loved and believe in my soul

it was a small mistake
sometimes that is all it takes

i know there’s words that we will never speak
and the questions can’t be answered easily
but i wanted to be easy so
nod your head if the plans have changed
shake it, love, they stayed the same
smile at me and i will stay
start to cry and i’ll go away
just please don’t leave me guessing

that’s gone and i know that it won’t ever come back
i accept i won’t cling to what i had in the past

life’s a slippery slope, regret’s the steepest hill
hope for the best, plan for the worst,
and maybe wind up somewhere in the middle

each quarter note, each marble step
walk up and down that lonely treble clef

once in a blue moon there’s a blue sky
i wear my blue jeans and fly my blue kite
hangs like a bluebird until the wind dies
and then the tears pour out of my blue eyes
if it’s your birthday, we’ll bake a blue cake
and then we’ll eat it off these blue plates
‘cause kid i don’t know much about you,
but i like you because you’re true blue

you think about yourself too much
and you ruin who you love

i’ll be your friend but you just haven’t made me yet

everything is as it’s always been
this never happened
don’t take it too bad it is nothing you did
it’s just once something dies you can’t make it live

there is no right way or wrong way, you just have to live
and so i do what i do, and at least i exist
what could mean more than this?

if you stay too long inside my memory,
i will trap you in a song tied to a melody
and i will keep you there so you can’t bother me

i wish i had a parachute cuz i’m falling bad for you
and i can see the ground approaching now
but i’m not sure what to do
i feel like a pinata once you take a swing at me
if you could just crack the shell open
i think inside you would find something sweet

the worm in my heart is the apple of your eye

i wanna be the surgeon that cuts you open
and fixes all of lifes mistakes
i wanna be the house that you were raised in
the only place that you feel safe

i’m happy just because
i found out i am really no one

some things you lose
you don’t get back
so just know what you have

when everything is lonely i can be my own best friend

i’m just the medicine
you take when you’re sick
you get well and that’s it

when you are young the world is a ferris wheel

and you think im a asshole now
well, you’re probably right
but at least i’m not blind to the facts
i’ve been wishing were lies

i tried to pass for nothing
but my dreams gave me away

sometimes i worry that i’ve lost the plot
my twitching muscles tease my flippant thoughts

why should i treat a traitor like a friend?

so i am writing my own ending
i’ll let my pen bleed black or blue
and i will color in the meaning,
it will be gold and green and true

we must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul

if you walk away, i’ll walk away
first tell me which road you will take
i don’t want to risk our paths crossing some day

you are always saying that i owe you one,
well, let’s consolidate this debt
get on a payment plan, i’ll pay you compliments

why do i envy the ending right from the start?
just get it together to take it apart

you could capture this with camera clips, but it don’t exist
just light on negatives

i guess it’s just like breathing and not wanting to
there are some things you can’t fake
i guess that it’s typical
to cling to memories you’ll never get back again
and to sort through old photographs
of a summer long ago or a friend that you used to know

you can’t believe that he’s really gone
when all that’s left is a fucking song

i keep drinking the ink from my pen
and i’m balancing history books up on my head
but it all boils down to one quotable phrase
if you love something, give it away