It takes two to tango
three only spoils the game
have some
have some
have some shame.
drunken monologues have no worth
drunken monologues, set in stone
"if I could physically feel your love
I'd love you with every bone"
The good men are gone
only the louts remain
am I
am I
am I going insane?
drunken monologues, how it starts
drunken monologues, every time
"I'd give up the whole world for you
if you ever choose to be mine"
Where is my will to play along?
Where is my will to save myself?
kiss me
fuck me
then keep me on the top shelf.
Drunken monologues,
just because I can.
"You're a waste of my memory.
You're not even a man."
After an evening of drinking and having songwriter to songwriter conversations, I realised that I underestimate myself most of the time. Which is a good thing I think because I'd rather be a wallflower than a pompous yet untalented bitch. Support comes in from all quarters when people see a spark in you and I can't let my inner demons take control and take that spark away from me.
Everything outside my bedroom feels like a stage. I have to pretend to be fine, I have to pretend that I'm perfectly sane and perfectly happy. It's like a gig. No matter how bad things are in your band, no matter how underconfident you are or how everything is faulty, you have to play your music and camouflage all the negatives for your audience. They must never know what really goes in that head of yours. My life is just like that. It's turning out to be quite fun that way too.
The good thing about being young is that I can make all the possible mistakes because I have time to outlive them and learn from them.
My cunt is my third eye. Men have the equation all wrong. All the secrets of this universe lie in the cunt. You can only experience salvation if you have a pure heart and the courage to let yourself go. Most people will never experience the things I have because they're too busy trying to keep up. Keep up with their daily task of wasting themselves, wasting away. The power of this infinite universe lies in the cunt. Anybody who's ever had a spiritual experience would be able to tell you that. It is the gateway to the other dimensions. But do I need somebody to open the doors for me when I travel to the other side? As much as I need a Siamese twin!
