i don't think you've ever been poor enough to love me the way that i wish you would|
woke up on a strange floor saturday beside a girl i didn't recognize, wondering if i should
finally remembered through my hangover that we never even talked, we never touched and never would
are we the dirtiest and lowest of angels or the prettiest and holiest of trash?
or maybe both - a skeleton sinks slowly into the snow
Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien