'And i never wanted anything from you
Except everything you had and what was left after that too, oh
Happiness hit her like a bullet in the head
Struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that
You cant carry it with you if you want to survive' [florence and the machine]
this album, 'Lungs' cd's 1 and 2 are owning me right now.
people would rather have ashes than sunlight.
yes, they talk about love, but they eat it alive
what love is there in stomping? grating? or filleting the soul of a woman?
no, no tell me. im curious.
I must be blind if i can't see how that is saving women. your slimy hands and lies. how much do they resist when you force them down? is there any screaming? is there a face like stone?
And what about her, then? You claim there were only two, but i know there were more. Actions are NOT bigger than words. And your words lured them to your room, opened their pants, and asked them to moan.
Don't go thinking that without a gun to her head. without a knife between her legs. or without a dick between yours that you're innocent. that you have wings. or that you have immunity.
Tell me, did any of them bleed? or cry. Did any of them ask to leave, roll over afterward? Was she catatonic?
From where i grow you're a murderer. of safety. of friendship. of trust.
Ya, you'd rather eat people alive. You'd rather burn them to ashes and scatter them in your bed sheets.
...and close the blinds.
