stpatrick

Jag vet att jag borde skriva någonting, sorg sägs vara den bästa inspirationskällan. Alla mina ord överträffas av Connor Oberst texter, så jag bjuder tyvärr inte på annat än det och en tavla av Cezanne.



I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I've got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind

But you, but you...

You write such pretty words
But life's no storybook
Love's an excuse to get hurt
And to hurt.
Do you like to hurt?
I do, I do

Then hurt me...