when your last few months can be described by a series of garbage songs life hasn't been very kind as you need to take a chill pill.
stop listening to garbage and renew your acquaintance with the dandy warhols.
or find someone new like beirut: you can stop relating your life to every song because none of them seem to hang together, nothing is more tragic than it is beautiful, and since the words are hard to catch you can't miserably wail along (drunken or otherwise).
this is the path to happiness on your ipod.
baby steps. soon we can extend this to other parts of life.