Something Corporate - She Paints Me Blue
Tonight I watch the lights go out in your house
Wondering how I could get so deep
And you could still get to sleep
In vain I blame my trembling on the cold air
And I can’t hide that I’ve relied on you
Like yellow does on blue
Snapdragons are pretty beautiful flowers. But this is what happens when they die.
WHAT THE FUCK
“A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.”
— Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“I don’t know what’s worse: to not know what you are and be happy, or to become what you’ve always wanted to be, and feel alone.”
— Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon
“I don’t know what’s worse: to not know what you are and be happy, or to become what you’ve always wanted to be, and feel alone.”
— Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon
Flowers grow back even after they are stepped on and so will I.
