So simple yet so amazingly full and smooth and comely. No one could make the words “I want to screw you (…) there’s nothing more that i want out of you” sound so tender.
Looks like I will be moving out of my apartment after more than three years and about 13 different roommates. Some good moments and a lot of bad times, i guess.
Although the bad times there, I like that place, and I feel a bit sad to leave, but if I end up going to this new place, I will have a garden, and will grow my own veggies, and that simply rules.
Hopefully living in a house with a big garden and a hammock will give me the chance to write songs as beautiful as this one, and maybe one day share all my hollowness with you.
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