December 2009
4 posts
Yeah, you say that I’ve hurt you, and your voice is like a prayer. Yeah, well maybe I hurt you sometimes, but let’s contrast and compare. Lift up your shirt, the wound isn’t there…
I’m going to get so, so drunk That I pass out, forget your face, by the time I wake up.
-Bright eyes
We all want to play the victim.
Fuck It.
