Morrissey always leave me with agony and anxiety. It’s the same old SOS. Don’t want to do anything other than stay in bed with my beating heart, the tears and the emptiness. Keeping My dearest love on repeat. Life goes on, don’t know why.
Cut to -> Life is a pigsty. I can’t help you anymore, I can’t help you anymore.
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June 25, 2009 at 11:33 am
In case you thought I was joking, I wasn’t:
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June 25, 2009 at 11:48 am
Let me quote Warrior Queen: hard core! I feel Morrissey leaving, dissipating. It’s a singular thing.