I know that 311 is getting a little old, but Nick Hexum still has one of the most melodic voices I've ever heard.
Also, this song has always reminded me of myself, so I'm putting it up here.
He was a king 'till she laid waste
Now he cannot fill up the space
And I just see him drifting
While he's still drifting
On bourbon alley, feeling low
Just because she let him go
I don't think he even knows
He'll ever be fine
And he's got a head full ideas (let me tell ya)
That you wouldn't believe
And he's got a heart made of pure gold (something else)
So many tricks up his sleeve
You might think he's a jester
Because he'll make you laugh 'till you cry (and what else)
You'd better come with your best if you test him
Unless you're ready to die