radiohead
"She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins..."
when does it ever change? i could sit here forever and work, work, work, never stopping to pee, or change my shoes...
when will the cars slow down for the doggy in the road? i could cross my fingers until the bones grow crooked, but it'll never happen...
when will i stop equating gorgeous music to being with you? when it was all plastic, and ever fading like ink on old newpapers buried in your closet...
it was the potential the possibility that i fell for, it was the ifs and the maybes never thinking about it is and that's that.
when will the hoopla of holidays change from coolwhip toppings to handholding, cheek kissing, and palms together underneath the stars???
"immerse your soul in love"...yes, yes...i'm trying dammit...but i'd like a cigarette
happy birthday dearest George! ;-)