The Sisters of Mercy
She said i think i’m going to puke
And i said i’m sorry i’m sorry is there something i can do
She said i’m the one who’s sorry i think i peed on your floor
I said that’s okay and then she puked some more
none of this is true.
all of this is true.
I am the God of this fucking land.
all of this is true.
I am the God of this fucking land.
Everything you gave me lies within a trunk, within a drawer
I burned one hundred photographs or more
I fled across the ocean wioth another face, another name
Nothing but my soul remained the same
But still you came with cases I was forced to let you stay
You bought the locks, the box in which I lay
I tried to get away from you
I tried to make a break
You always see right through me, there’s no escape
I can still remember you with coronets, white horses
I would run behind you’d flash a sign I’d dive
Just to serve you
Night time’s turned the lady to a girl again, you’d slip away
You tried to kiss my tears away, pretend there was no day to take me down
Nightshade, blades, Niagra falls - I tried them all six times
You would always run behind me
And you’d find me
Keep me on a leash, on a line
I’m uncomfortably resigned
There’s no release till you untie me
Deny me
These things are never beautiful.
the brian jonestown massacre cabin fever (by Brian Styers)
Jeffrey Lewis- Punk Is Dead (by James Wilson)
"I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time."
— Charles Bukowski (via deherited)
(via thesethingschange)
