you don't like me, i don't like me, and it's unlikely

Hey kids, this will be a short little entry. I just want to share some lyrics I'm enjoying. I'm listening to '90s emo right now, and that kind of music always brings back nostalgia. Even if I wasn't around when emo was at its peak. It just has that effect on you. I hope these have an effect on you. Enjoy.

Pop Unknown - "Hanging On A Thread"
"conversations we once had. have opened up a world of insight. i know i can't be there for you now. i want to be there for you now. you're such a beautiful prize along the way. i want to be there for you now. situations take us back. and open up a world of insight. you've got me hanging on a thread. you're perfect in a strange and toxic way" 

Mineral - "Lovelettertypewriter"
"Summer unfolded like a tapestry
And you were there as you have always been

There glowing where the sky meets with the trees
Air softly crowing, singing fears to sleep

Will you ever know how much I love you for that?
Will you ever know how much I love you?"

 Benton Falls - "Sad Like Winter Leaves"
"tired. he stood in line at the grocery store. a bottle of wine and nothing more. an empty apartment to go home to. it'd been that way since nineteen seventy-two. a line on his face for every year she'd missed. a scar on his arm for every time he tried to follow her. a tear in his eye for every day gone by. going home to no one and still you could hear him cry. if i brought you down. if i caused you to drown. he's sad like winter leaves. but she won't leave his mind tonight. he stares upon her picture on the wall. and then begins to cry. let it go. he wakes to the sunrise. a broken glass upon the floor. the salt dried upon his cheeks. we've seen this all before. let it go"

I Hate Myself - "Caught in a Flood"
"How's your bell-curve? Mine's right-skewed average low. Very low. And the river - she has grown very high. Fell from the sky. And I'm wasted on cancer and bible school - not like you. Yeah, you're wasted, full and drunk from too much rain and pain and anger at tumors like me. If it would make you comfortable, I'd jump out of this tree, or maybe we could get married and be happy. These few words could be the last we ever speak. Do you think, maybe, you could love me or like me maybe? Maybe you'd look at me, you'd talk to me, we could marry, live in this tree. But it's unlikely. You don't like me, and I don't like me, and it's unlikely."

Someone bring out the tissues.