The Calendar Hung Itself

Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest 

With hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself 

But I will not weep for those dying days. 
For all the ones who've left there's a few that stayed. 
And they found me here and pulled me from the grass where I was laid.
- Bright Eyes


Although I do not weep anymore, it still hurts and keeps me up at times.