Anonymous: Dreamt last night I saw you, a single spark explosion, negotiating with the dead. By the bright lights in some ICU, on my chest you put your head, and said "There you are, there you are, there's my heart..."
i can’t write love songs when i’m on these things. i’m affable, responsible, but hard to be around. it’s correctible and they’re right you know. it’s as easy as it sounds, it’s all as easy as it sounds.
