Oh, so you think you can fill this hole with something that feels like music? Something that sounds warm?
Cold bodies don’t ******* feel warm. At the end of the night, your temporary song is over. You’re alone.
In the quietest, coldest room with nothing to keep you warm, but that **** CD he gave you, on your birthday.
It doesn’t get better.
It gets worse before it gets anything like better.
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC
Oh, so you think you can fill this hole with something that feels like music? Something that sounds warm?
Cold bodies don’t ******* feel warm. At the end of the night, your temporary song is over. You’re alone.
In the quietest, coldest room with nothing to keep you warm, but that **** CD he gave you, on your birthday.
It doesn’t get better.
It gets worse before it gets anything like better.
