Golden leaves and overcast skies.
Stars on scarves and mittens.
Work, work, work is all I do.
"She's a homebody."
Too tired to do anything but what I'm supposed to.
Caffeine is what gets me through the day.
My hands are permanately red from pomegranates.
Daydreams of last November and Remembrance Day weekend.
The Cathedral of Saint Paul and an aching feeling.
Cold enough for coats and now we look like eskimos.
I'm always cold and always sick.
I need to stop forgetting my vitamins.
Everybodies got a map but me.
"The Future Freaks Me Out."
I'm pretty sure I don't make sense.

When I grow up I want to be a princess
I want sunny days
I want songs that sound like magic
I want old musty books
I want glittery tutus
I want stuffed babies and teef
I want ribbons and tiaras
I want endless spinning and dancing
I want sushi and bubble tea
I want pirate days and tea parties
I want to count all of the stars
I want a city that never sleeps
I want bubble baths
I want foreign languages
I want days where I feel like I never woke up
I want speeding cars
I want to feel infinite and invincible
I want to feel pretty and happy
When I grow up

Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and can't move
Awake but cannot open my eyes
And the weight is crushing down on my lungs
I know I can't breathe
And I hope someone will save me this time
And your mother's still calling you insane
And I swear that it's different this time
And you tell her you give in to the demons that possess her and that god never
blessed her insides
Then you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting things
Crawl back into bed to dream of a time when your heart was open wide
And you loved things just because
Like the sick and the dying
And sometimes when you're on
You're really fucking on
And your friends they sing along
And they love you
But the lows are so extreme
That the good seems fucking cheap
And it teases you for weeks in its absence
But you'll fight and you'll make it through
You'll fake it if you have to
And you'll show up for work with a smile
And you'll be better
And you'll be smarter
And more grown up and a better daughter or son
And a real good friend
And you'll be awake
You'll be alert
You'll be positive though it hurts
And you'll laugh and embrace all your friends
And you'll be a real good listener
You'll be honest
You'll be brave
You'll be handsome and you'll be beautiful
You'll be happy

Your ship may be coming in
You're weak but not giving in
To the cries and the wails of the valley below
And your ship may be coming in
You're weak but not giving in
And you'll fight it
You'll go out fighting all of them

-A Better Son/Daughter, Rilo Kiley

Somedays the sunshine and the dirty floors and all of the notes
Make me crazy
I hate to hear that one song that's so honest and truthful
It makes your heart hurt
My wishes are a thousand miles away
Four months from now
One day you'll want so bad to tell me everything
But I'll disappear before then
There's no invitation to my ambition
In a heartbreak or two I'll be gone

Patience is a virtue and- and-
It's killing me (avec un pistolet dans main, il tire)
Too much, or too little
A mean is not tolerable
We're all hypocrites (je me deteste maintenant, comment hypocrite)
Messiahs and liars are blind and deaf but- but-
For completely different reasons
Smile for me please (parce que nous savons que c'est tout un terrible erreur)

Maybe Part Two will be the coming attraction.
This was supposed to be an expose (trop mauvais il n'est pas).
My French is so bad but it should be good for translation (n'inquiétez pas, je sais déjà).