This is part of the monologue in the middle of "Kick the Tragedy" by the Drop Nineteens, probably the most gorgeous two-chord song ever written. This is the full monologue as I wrote it out. Yes, in my drawing I skipped a line and fucked up a word by accident. Whatever. I had a lot of fun drawing this.
"I think it was the first time I realized that I could change the world, or at least change the way me and my sister hit the clock on every tick just to see what happened. The time has really flown by I guess, and it's hard to think of the way it might have been or remember very specifically the words and all the rest of it. I was down, more than I'll ever be probably, but that isn't what to do with it altogether. Like the orange trees in the backyard and it's Easter and it just won't end. Fucking Phil, he's off on his board somewhere and I'm just sitting here getting more and more lost with everything. That was the thing about it, it's not as if a cousin had promised something and taken it away. It was like nobody could share my so-called dreams, which really meant none of it was happening. And that reach around midnight left you with just about that, nothing. There's not anything particular about it either, and I think that the whole thing gets vaguer every second. But I am too and there's nothing wrong with that. It's even funny when I stop and realize I'm just nineteen, how serious can anything be anyway? Not very."