The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist; a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.
The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist; a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.
Do you take pride in your hurt? Does it make you seem large and tragic? ...Well, think about it. Maybe you're playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.
Do you take pride in your hurt? Does it make you seem large and tragic? ...Well, think about it. Maybe you're playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.
Russian roulette is not the same without a gun And baby, when it's love, if it's not rough, it isn't fun
I've got to get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me And I've lost my light for I toss and turn, I can't sleep at night
I've got to get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me And I've lost my light for I toss and turn, I can't sleep at night
Christmas night, it clutched the light, the hallow bright Above my brother, I, and tangled spines We smoked the screen to make it what it was to be. Now to know it in my memory
I've got to get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me And I've lost my light for I toss and turn, I can't sleep at night
If i was born as a blackthorn tree, i’d wanna be felled by you held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies
For the record, I blame myself, It went on and on, I let me lose For the record, I made my Hell, It went on and on, I let it bloom
'Don't go, you're half of me now' But I'm hardly stood proud, I said it, almost. Oh, I've been low, but dammit, I bet it don't show. It was heaven a moment ago. Oh, I had it almost, We had it almost.
I'm drunk on you and high on summertime, lost in the haze of your memory. I drown my sorrows in a bottle of beer, but all it brings is more of you near
there's a pain, it does ripple through my frame, makes me lame there's a thorn in my side - it's the shame, it's the pride of you and me, ever changing, moving on now, moving fast
there's a pain, it does ripple through my frame, makes me lame there's a thorn in my side - it's the shame, it's the pride of you and me, ever changing, moving on now, moving fast
the past could scream past until it inhabits a kind of present, the way the word weight holds the sound of wait until what you feel becomes a softened mantra binding you to night
I want you to tear me apart. To piece me back together. Make me a new face, a new body. Make me another soul.
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I want you to tear me apart. To piece me back together. Make me a new face, a new body. Make me another soul.
I want you to tear me apart. To piece me back together. Make me a new face, a new body. Make me another soul.
You believe me like a god, I'll destroy you like I am. I'm sorry I'm the one you love, No one will ever love me like you again. So when you leave me, I should die - I deserve it, don't I?
You believe me like a god, I'll destroy you like I am. I'm sorry I'm the one you love, No one will ever love me like you again. So when you leave me, I should die - I deserve it, don't I?
Then the lights go out and it's just the three of us: You, me and all that stuff we're so scared of. Gotta ride down, baby, into this tunnel of love
Then the lights go out and it's just the three of us: You, me and all that stuff we're so scared of.
Well, it ought to be easy, ought to be simple enough - Man meets a woman and they fall in love. But this house is haunted and the ride gets rough
The flowers that I left in the ground, that I did not gather for you, today I bring them all back, to let them grow forever, not in poems or marble, but where they fell and rotted
Then the lights go out and it's just the three of us: You, me and all that stuff we're so scared of.
desertrose
My body once so familiar with glory, my body has become a museum: this part remembered because of someone's mouth, this because of a hand, this of wetness, this of heat.
my body once so familiar with glory, my body has become a museum: this part remembered because of someone's mouth, this because of a hand, this of wetness, this of heat
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Then the lights go out and it's just the three of us: You, me and all that stuff we're so scared of.
Then the lights go out and it's just the three of us: You, me and all that stuff we're so scared of.
Then the lights go out and it's just the three of us: You, me and all that stuff we're so scared of.
You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and you're trying not to tell him that you love him, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
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