The more I listen to Melbourne's Tiny Little Houses, the more impressed I am. Not only with the awesome blend of raw folk sounds, lo-fi acoustics and some 90s feeling, but their lyrics and all that.
Speaking the lyrics of "Every man knows his plague; and you are mine." (very illustrative title by the way) are probably close to what you can imagine. While keeping the seriousness, the track is somehow... just not sad.