Lyrically Speaking:

Sing me something soft,/ Sad and delicate./ Or loud and out of key,/ Sing me anything...
Straylight Run: Existentialism On Prom Night

The time has come for colds and overcoats,/ We're quiet on the ride we're all just waiting to get home./ Another week away, my greatest fear./ I need the smell of summer, I need it's noises in my ear./ If looks could really kill, then my profession would be staring./ Know we do this 'cause we care and not for the thrill./ Collect calls to home, to tell 'em that I realize that everyone who lives will someday die and die alone./ And we won't let you in./ Though we're down and out./ We won't let you in.
Brand New: I Will Play My Game Beneath the Spin Light

Well that is that and this is this. /Will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed, when the ocean met the sky. (You missed, you missed)/You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste the afterlife?
Modest Mouse: Ocean Breathes Salty

Will you be my valentine/ If I’m a world away?/ Apologies/ Are breaking me./ Constants aren’t so constant anymore./ The constants aren’t so constant anymore.
The Get Up Kids: Valentine

Listen to: My Bloody Valentine: Sometimes

I need the smell of summer. I need do-overs. I need an extra day to catch my breath. I need some aspirin. I need to break my sobriety. I need to learn that alone is alone. I need to condition myself to realize that it ain't gonna help.

Watch me as I cut myself right open on this stage as I am paid to spill my guts.

Only lyrically speaking of course.