Why are you sooo good? Sex.

tell me am I right to think
that there could be nothing better
than making you my bride
and slowly growing old together
~the postal service

Their music puts me in a good music, the way my happy song does. I have a happy song. Do you have a happy song? Do you in the midst of all your pain and all the anguish have a melody that replays itself inside of your head because your about to fall into that dark abyss of not caring? That nonchalance that always gets you into trouble? Do you have one? I do. Among all the songs I've listened to. Many of which I love hearing and listening because they are moving or just fun to tickle my ear drums with.

Flake.

A song that among all the pain that you seem to be enduring. The ache that comes from realizing that dreams are as fake as that barbie doll you played with when you were a child, as fake as love is on the 'Big Screen' and it just looks so real, you find yourself crying when there's a romantic or sad scene displaying it's lying colors to your eyes. It is just that fake. Fake.

Flake.

It's a song that's words make no real sense, it's just a blurred sense of feeling and melody. Most songs tell a story, clear and true. Real words. Words that a 6 year old would understand. What are they trying to say? This song can be interpreted differently be any individual. It is that great. It is that moving. It is so simple and moves me when the entire world hates me. I know this and I feel this.

Flake.

Yes, it is that important to me.
Yes, it means that much to me.
Yes, it moves me.

Flake.

It seems to me that maybe
It pretty much always means no
So don't tell me you
might just let it go
And often times we're lazy
It seems to stand in my way
Cause no one no not no one
Likes to be let down
~Flake, Jack Johnson