she sends me...blue valentines...
to mark the anniversary...of someone...that I used to be...
fucking hell.
highs and lows, great nights and then the hangover the morning after, guess we all crash sometime...beach at midnight, someone who makes me blush...I listen to horribly depressing music when I'm happiest...mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head...
My ear is itchy, who's fucking talking shit about me? Mind your own goddam business.
This bitch inside me keeps rearing her head, The Cynic is taking her stand. She really doesn't mean to hurt anyone, she prefers to just take the self destructive route, it's easier to just break your own heart and crawl inside the snug little warmth of the apathy, then to deal with the reprocussions of inflicting it on others. And she expects no sympathy in the long run, she doesn't want it.
From anyone.
She just wants the beach at midnight, and to pretend that even just for a second, the fantasy could be a reality, without the sabatoge or the destruction, without thinking it's over before it even began.
A dear and brilliant friend once said to me "There are times all rules are
suspended...they hang in the air and if you are quick enough you can hurtle
words and bodily fluids without catching too much heat...."
There's jasmine in the air...I get drunk on it.
to mark the anniversary...of someone...that I used to be...
fucking hell.
highs and lows, great nights and then the hangover the morning after, guess we all crash sometime...beach at midnight, someone who makes me blush...I listen to horribly depressing music when I'm happiest...mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head...
My ear is itchy, who's fucking talking shit about me? Mind your own goddam business.
This bitch inside me keeps rearing her head, The Cynic is taking her stand. She really doesn't mean to hurt anyone, she prefers to just take the self destructive route, it's easier to just break your own heart and crawl inside the snug little warmth of the apathy, then to deal with the reprocussions of inflicting it on others. And she expects no sympathy in the long run, she doesn't want it.
From anyone.
She just wants the beach at midnight, and to pretend that even just for a second, the fantasy could be a reality, without the sabatoge or the destruction, without thinking it's over before it even began.
A dear and brilliant friend once said to me "There are times all rules are
suspended...they hang in the air and if you are quick enough you can hurtle
words and bodily fluids without catching too much heat...."
There's jasmine in the air...I get drunk on it.
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[Edited on Jul 12, 2004 4:09PM]