semolina pilchard

I cannot be your therapist I’m just as clueless as you. I try & sing so sweetly but yelling helps the pain. How can anyone truly be angry on such a beautiful day? I think of you every night even when I’m not alone. Our revolution would never have hunched of becoming middle age & out of touch. You’re not living leached onto me. I need the right tools for the job to get brainless. Please don’t turn up at my door I’m not aloud to love you anymore. All I need is an island, my walkman, & abandonment. If I had the choice I’d give you the sun. ‘Fight fire with fire & the world will get burnt’. Why do you smell so good? Laugh at nothing, laugh harder then anyone in the room. Life’s going to be so dead when I’m old, I’m bored now. Dusk’s setting in, my footsteps fade away. You’re so sweet & innocent I’ll do my best not to ruin your life. I’m always uncomfortable & looking for my way out. Got a head full of dreams & a pocket full of dirt. We never did anything & it was everything to me. Leave me because I can never leave you. I’m a lover of one & a hater of the rest. Pick yourself up from being dead. My holiday was you. Now it’s my junkie brains turn to move onto the next glory.

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