July 15, 2010
.how the universe fucks me. like i got a target flat on my back.isn’t it funny. how the universe fucks us.
This song isn't about me. Well it is. Not written by you. None of your songs could ever be about me, that's just it. I get it now. I can never provide you song material because I would never break you. I can't come see your shows anymore, I fall in love every time.

On the walk home "Life Is Beautiful" and a tiny flower scribbled on the guard rail. I smile. A basement apartment, I peer in and see a dirty mattress on the floor, nothing on the wall and an old man passed out at his modest table gripping a beer. I cry.




The one who gave me life.

Courtesy of Dollface 2:21 AM July 15, 2010
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