Sweat baby sweat,
like the alcohol in my breath
two ton love
in a sustainable threat.
I’m holding on to a drug in my head
keeping me warm while i sharpen this thread
goes through my head
sometimes all these words are better unsaid
Either give me a wound or give me pain
I’m a lost head case wrong in the head
too many drinks spilt my head onto the pavement
I’m just better off dead
Giving away is like giving death
A moment in time where your pleasure is overshadowed by pain
I’m a pinnacle in time’s long steady race
a pause to all the bullshit that it’s fed.
you’re just hopeless enough.
The perfect treat on a Sunday evening: Bon Iver’s beautiful medley of Bonnie Raitt’s I Can’t Make You Love Me and Nick Of Time, the b-side to the Calgary 12”. Just press play and enjoy this beauty. “I can’t make you love me” - oh you can, Justin Vernon, you definitely can.
(Source: -pokemonmaster)
Shit.
So we sit around with cups in our hands
Trading stares like it’s our last dance
Baby teeth won’t ever grow
we’re a memory carved into stone.
Ease off the nerves and set off the night
Tonight we come back to life
And I don’t know where we’ll be
And I don’t know where we’ll stand
I just know that we have the whole world in our hands
And I don’t know if we’ll be forever like right now
So take a look around
Don’t let your tears make a sound
The say you never know what you have until it’s gone
I’ve been losing plenty since, but it’s time to move on
So give me a lighter and give me a fight
Let’s pour our drinks and turn off the lights
So we sit around with cups in our hands
Trading stares like it’s our last dance
what will be of them
when they turn to stone?
like my heart cracked and torn
my pain will drain out my soul
and feed it to the wolves
our senses are wrong
words aren’t songs
only when they’re not torn and instead sung
maybe i was born
dead, not alive, bathed in scorn
repeated verses in winter bore