feeling basic, honest, and fourteen-year-old-like.
there's absolutely nothing more sincere than a curse word in a love declaration.
the best love-hurt-teen-song... therefore the most honest:
CREEP
(Radiohead)
When you were here before,
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special
But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
when I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh
She's running out the door
She's running out
She run run run run...
run... run...
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here..."
what do you do when you comprehend perfectly? When you know you'd do the exact same thing... but still.... "you're so fucking special......."
Subscrever:
Enviar feedback (Atom)
Sem comentários:
Enviar um comentário