Where will it end
She said
When will it all
Just stop
I’ve got no fucking idea
He said
But I know we’re both
For the chop
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Where will it end
She said
When will it all
Just stop
I’ve got no fucking idea
He said
But I know we’re both
For the chop
‘Some things are more important than ability’
Advert for a young guitar player, NME, 1989
If love was all you needed
Then we’d all be happy as fuck
So it’s about time that we conceded
What you actually need is luck
Nowhere Near
I love you
You love me
If only that was enough
For us to be happy
(Originally Posted 03.09.2019)
If
we
are
all
supposed
to be
stars
Why
do
some
shine
brighter
than
others?
So
this
was
always
the plan
then,
was it?
To
spend
my life
all on
my own
Well
you can
fuck
your
destiny
bullshit,
my friend
Put
that
on my
gravestone
All
you
do is
bitch
and
moan
And I
listen
with
a sigh
For
you can’t
see what’s
right in
front of
you
Life,
passing
you by
Destiny or
free will?
Fate
or luck?
Either way,
I have to say,
I couldn’t
give a fuck.