Sunday, 12 January 2014

Leaving marks.

Redheaded boys fond of singing British music sometimes do it so fucking maliciously. It's hard not to take this personally.
You dress me up, I'm your puppet
You buy me things, I love it
You bring me food, I need it
You give me love, I feed it

And look at the two of us in sympathy
With everything we see
I never want anything, it's easy
You buy whatever I need

But look at my hopes, look at my dreams
The currency we've spent
I love you, you pay my rent