they say music is the best way to express yourself.
now you’re half a memory, another trick played by my mind.
the optimist died inside of me.
laurent brancowitz; phoenix
here i am, walking primrose. wondering when i’m gonna see you again.
dead meat. don’t you know you’re dead meat?
and she’s always gone too long anytime she goes away.
but you ain’t looking at no other dudes ‘cause you love me.
you swoon, you sigh, why deny it, uh-oh.
i don’t care, i can’t pay attention, i don’t give a fuck about your intentions at all.