Here I go and I don't know why...
What if you could go back in time?
I'd choose never to have met you.
I wouldn't. I'd still choose to have met you.
I want to believe that.
It doesn't matter if you believe it. It's true. And I know it.
These are words. They're just words.
I don't know what to say to you.
Nothing. Say nothing.
Oh God...
I can't listen to you anymore.
I'm not saying anything.
No. You're not. And I can't listen.
I don't know what you mean when you talk like that.
I know. And that's the problem.
That's made up. Now you're doing it. It's just words.
But they mean something. The words.
Tell me.
Oh God...
Thursday, February 16, 2012
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1 comment:
Love Patti Smith.
(Love that she's no Patty Smyth)
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