Ben Gibbard sure writes some poignant lyrics, e.g.:

You may tire of me

As our December sun is setting

Cause I’m not who I used to be

No longer easy on the eyes

But these wrinkles masterfully disguise

The youthful boy below

Who turned your way and saw

Something he was not looking for

Both a beginning and an end

But now he lives inside

Someone he does not recognize

When he catches his reflection on accident