It was in the march of the winter I turned seventeen That I bought those pills, I thought I would need And I wrote a letter to my family, said it's not your fault And you've been good to me, just lately
Good grief, what a beautiful song. I can remember listening to this at a particularly bad time in my head and just crying on my bedroom floor. 'My brother's first child, hope that womb's not too warm'.
This is one of the few reasons I'm still alive today. Possibly my favourite song of all time. Thank you Conor, I don't think you realize how much you have helped this world and many of its inhabitants.