471. Pic of the day

In a house, by myself, I hear the ice start to melt and I'll watch the rooftops weep for the sunlight. And I know what must change, fuck my face, fuck my name. They are brief and false advertisements. For a soul I don't have, something true I have lacked and spent my whole life trying to make up for. But I found in a song and in the people I love, they will lift me up out of darkness. And now my door, it stands open, I'm inviting everyone in, we're gonna laugh, we're gonna drink until the morning comes.

- Bright Eyes