The dark... It's comforting. You wonder why all the lights are taped up in my room? Why I used to wear all black? Why I listen to deathcab?
It's all about what makes you calm. What makes you happy. Sitting on my roof at 4 in the morning, smoking a cigarette (which I know you loathe.) I once cried over Erin. Just once. Look at us now, we don't talk. You're right on both accounts. Love is indeed a farce- to those who fake it.
But to those lucky few who can find those that they really love? Then it is the spice of their life, instead of just another thing to do.
How does Death Cab and wearing all black relate? They aren't one of those anti-life bands. And how did crying over Erin have anything to do with anything?
Do what you want. Sit on the roof every morning and smoke. Nothing I've said about it ever mattered, and it's not my life to live. For all I care, I don't see it happening, so why should it matter?
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The dark... It's comforting. You wonder why all the lights are taped up in my room? Why I used to wear all black? Why I listen to deathcab?
It's all about what makes you calm. What makes you happy. Sitting on my roof at 4 in the morning, smoking a cigarette (which I know you loathe.) I once cried over Erin. Just once. Look at us now, we don't talk. You're right on both accounts. Love is indeed a farce- to those who fake it.
But to those lucky few who can find those that they really love? Then it is the spice of their life, instead of just another thing to do.
Love's a lot of things.
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You make no sense.
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