The Razorblade
That's what I call love
I bet you'd pick it up
And mess around with it
If I put it down
It gets extremely complicated
Anything to forget everything
Got to take me out
At least once a week
Whether I'm in your arms
Or I'm at your feet
I know exactly what you're thinking
You won't say it now,
But in your heart it's loud
Oh no, my feelings are more important than yours
Drop dead, I don't care, I won't worry
Oh the Razorblade
Wish it would snap this rope
World is in your hand
Or it's at your throat
At times it's not that complicated
Anything to forget everything
He would never talk
But he was not shy
She was a street smart girl
But she cannot lie
They were perfect for each other
Say it now, 'cause in your heart it's love
Oh no, my feelings are more important than yours
Drop dead, I don't care, I won't worry
Sweet one,
Your feelings are more important
Of course
OF COURSE
These are words from the Strokes. Not mine at all. Sometimes i wonder how i can still stand to listen to this with the reality of things