You feel terrified at the thought of being left behind
Of losing everybody, the necessity of dying
Oh, WE KID OURSELVES THERE'S FUTURE IN THE FUCKING,
BUT THERE IS NO FUCKING FUTURE
I'm just practising my accents, picking at old sutures
I taught myself the only way to vaguely get along in love
Is to like the other slightly less than you get in return
I keep feeling like I'm being undercut
And
We are beautiful,
We are doomed.
Of losing everybody, the necessity of dying
Oh, WE KID OURSELVES THERE'S FUTURE IN THE FUCKING,
BUT THERE IS NO FUCKING FUTURE
I'm just practising my accents, picking at old sutures
I taught myself the only way to vaguely get along in love
Is to like the other slightly less than you get in return
I keep feeling like I'm being undercut
And
We are beautiful,
We are doomed.
I taught myself the only way to vaguely get along in love is to like the other slightly less than you get in return
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love you, honey
tipo estaba en la psicologa y le digo "nose como expresarme, a ver... hay una cancion de los campesinos..." y le dije eso de "I taught myself the only way...". jajajjaa, bizarre. love you too honey bunny
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