Here’s a song about being a smitten, self-centered dumb ass.
she always felt so cold, in her white walled hospital room. she said “i need a bit of warmth, so i can use the reds to fight my blues”. i promised her i’d find a way to change the lack of colour where she hurts. and while she don’t care much for me, i’d bleed and bruise and i would kill for her. i watched her fall in love with that bastard who dont give a damn. to him shes one of many, and “ongoing” one night stand. she’s still cold. so i followed him, pulled out my knife. i stabbed that motherfucker in the throat until he died and i wiped his blood across my lips. you dont know love until you’ve tasted it. shivering she cried “i hope he’s fine”, i painted her room in warm blood red lies. and she aint cold. there’s colour on every wall. she dont care much for me, and i dont care at all.
You are the hum at my feet,
you are the hum of electric heat.
I keep myself away,
but I’m starting to like the pain.
"Length Away" by Lemuria
MAKE A CHAAAAAAAANGEGEGE OW
"What about when you get old?"
Tattooed Seniors answer the question.
I will be that heavily tattooed, half naked gran when I’m seventy. ✌️
spending so much time with someone and missing them as soon as they leave is gross