we take our empty hearts and fill them up with broken things
to hang on humming wire like cheap lamps down a dead end street
close your weary eyes
and every time we turn away
it hits me like a tidal wave
I would change for you but baby it doesn’t mean I’m gonna be a better man
give the ocean what I took from you so one day you can find it in the sand
and hold it in your hands again
cold ways kill cool lovers
strange ways we use each other
why won’t you fall back in love with me
there ain’t no way we’re gonna find another
the way we sleep all summer
so why won’t you fall back in love with me?
The National & St. Vincent - Sleep All Summer
Dreams helping me understand
Is this it?
Is this all there is?
I just keep hoping my brain, my heart, and my guts will stop
don’t call me a coward when I say these things
just be proud I’m not ashamed of who I am
just be proud I’m not like you.
YOU, YOUR WEE SISTER, YOUR PARENTS AND THE SOCIAL SERVICES
Wood, poster pen, ping-pong balls
funny MCR related story (ish)
at erika’s funeral there were tons of picture boards. old pictures of her, pictures of her and friends (the usual) but i was going up to one and i noticed something really weird smack dab in the middle of one…there was an old photo of MCR among all the photos of her as a tween. it was even a pre-bob bullets photo. every time i think about it i laugh really hard. the only explanation is that they thought gerard was erika in the thumbnail and just put it on there