go gayboy go!

this goddamn machine, hungry and heartless, my whole generation got lost in the margin. we put our faith in you and you turned a profit

Lord, did we kill a man and woman just to lie here skin to skin?

you wanted to be in love and he happened to get in the way.

but i'm haunted every day by all the lyrics that he threw away

this is the end of the song, and it is just a song. this is a version of me and you that can exist outside of everything else, and if it is just a fantasy, then anything can happen from here. the contract is up.

And what that really means is, I'm perpetually haunted by my own bad qualities.

some princes don't become kings

i wanted to take him home and rough him up and get my hands inside him, drive my body into his like a crash test car.

if there's a place that i could be, then i'd be another memory

but does anyone notice there's a corpse in this bed?

and when the night comes, whose side will i be lying by?

there's one thing they’ll never take from you

i am drowning, there is no sign of land. you are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand

beat, beat, o heart of mine! it might be unsteady, but even so, this is my pulse!

take a body, maybe your own, and dump it gently. all your dead, unfinished selves and dump them gently. take only what you need.

but it wasn't really an answer- there was something unsaid, something trapped behind his teeth. i wanted to know what he was thinking but didn't know how to ask, so we climbed the rest of the way up the hill without speaking.

there wasn’t much left but it felt like him, wild and scared. it was too much to bear.

it reminds me of where i was going without you.

someone get me to the doctor; someone get me to a church where they can pump this venom gaping hole and you must keep your soul like a secret in your throat and if they come and get me...

i know i won't always need you like this; i swear i'm not always falling to bits