My Life as a Broke-Ass Conor Oberst

Staring at the flames of a house-fire as I drive past
I don't stop to help
But God I wish I could be livin' there

Back in the yard and sprinklers, God my lawn looks green
So fucking green
God my grass looks...

And what would be wrong
If everyone who thought there was a problem were gone?
We could fix it all
Our heads in plastic bags