terça-feira, 23 de dezembro de 2008

"WHATEVER YOU WANT..."

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......."

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