10th July 2004

2:42am:

she's not in love. she doesn't want to.

i'll carry you with me like a piece of lint in my pocket
who am i kidding, i fucking hate you all
i'm totally different, you wouldn't even want me

there's a smoky bar somewhere inside me where someone's playing the drums
someone's wearing a ring with bells on it, and it sounds like it's supposed to be
there.

but didn't i say those bells went away? before they were church bells, replaced by tinier rounder version, less intrusive.

but fuck, it's thundering outside. is that supposed to make me feel any better?

ohwell.

nothing is true.