You Ultimatly Die Alone

These are his favourite things in order of preference:

1.Drugs and Music. (equal to one another)
2.Johnny. (the supplier of drugs and fellow musician who will Never let him down)
3.Taz. (the fool that puts up with his antics.)
4.Sleep. (I take extreme pleasure in disrupting this)

It's hard being third in line when the crap beforehand are timewasting fuckups and maybe thats what I am for him too but I care about him so much I can't stand being apart I'll take any time together he offers even though I know I can do and deserve so much better I don't want it, I've never done 'normal' He lives in rainy black clouds & I search for the gold at the end of the rainbow. He is fascinated by my naivity and I laugh at his cynicism. I live in the now thats what he fails to understand, I don't want Forever just the memories.

hey! at least I don't come after sleep...
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"Pretty Girls Make Graves"

Oh Dear you don't know the half of it.
I'm not the girl you think I am.

I want to hear your songs Oh So very bad, only because you insist on perfection or nothing else will ever do. And its scary to think what you will do to yourself if the latter.

I know I will hate your songs, only because they will be contrived cliches nothing that hasn't been said before by a better man.

BUT I will smile and kiss you gratefully anyway like the phoney I am because like I've told you many times before

I could never ever hurt you.
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Happiness

for so long its alluded me and now I feel like nothing could bring me down.
It feels like I'm walking around constantly high, everything is in a soft haze and I want to skip everywhere.
I'm so giddy. The sun shines away and I think this summer is going to stay in my memory forever. I'm quite a positive person but now I'm off the richter insanely annoyingly chipper.
Every song on the radio is for us every word is treasured every memory is etched.
Forever.

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