My interpretation of a Bright Eyes song played backwards

severed,
> depressed,
i'm never coming Home

lonely,
> inside-out,
I'm the Poet
> i'll make these lines a reality

candles,
> soft yellow light,
>> books/poetry.
a life i never was possible

tears when you sleep
Poet's waking up before you,
> leaving through the window

~fin~

End