you think it's romantic, but it's only a fraud
the lamp is shining on your mother's face
you think you're her son, you're just a disgrace
14/05/2012
Is all I do nowadays, lie on the bedroom floor with eyes closed.
Sometime there's music, sometimes not.
Yes, I'm very lonely, yes, pictures all over the floor.
It goes on and on and on and on and on.
02/12/2011
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