I was glad I wasn’t in love, that I wasn’t happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. They lose their sense of humor. They become nervous, psychotic bores.
I want to be a good woman
And I want for you to be a good man
And this is why, I will be leaving
And this is why I can’t see you no more
I will miss your heart so tender
And I will love this love forever
I don’t want to be a bad woman
And I can’t stand to see you be a bad man
I will miss your heart so tender
And I will love this love forever
And this is why I am leaving
And this is why I can’t see you no more
This is why I am lying when I say
That I don’t love you no more
You know I dreamed about you
For twenty-nine years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for twenty-nine years

Red wine and sleeping pills, help me get back to your arms

Cheap sex and sad films, help me get where I belong

I was afraid to be alone
But now I’m scared that’s how I like to be
Some days aren’t yours at all
They come and go, as if they were someone else’s days
They come and leave you behind someone else’s face
And it’s harsher than yours
And colder than yours

Collection of things that inspire a former comparative literature student finding a life outside of books