i never wanted to be your dancing shoes;
i just wanted you to love me

12:07 p.m. | 2004-02-08
If I Told You That My Heart Hurt Would You Kiss it and Make it Better?

Fuck you and your pretty lyrics, and the pretty tunes you used to sing to me. Fuck you and the way you treated me. Fuck you and your lies. Fuck you and your pretending. Fuck the way you touched my cheek so softly and fuck the way you looked me in the eye on that starry drive home, looking out over the city, those lights we always argued over, and told me that I was beautiful. Fuck you.

k