Why don't we just hold up together and Make art about our lives Why don't we only feel each other How we feel through the songs we write Why don't you drive us to get breakfast in the morning And I'll get trapped up in the meaning of it Why do I play in your band and you in mine And why don't we share everything Why don't we develop a dependency Divine and perfect Why don't we say "I love you" to each other And mean it more or less than we think Why don't wе devote ourselvеs To making art about each other Why don't we read too much Into the songs we write for each other
Is it auto-fiction If it isn't fiction What even constitutes as a fiction These days Is it auto-fiction Or autoerotic asphyxiation Do we mean what we say at all (Oh, Oh)
I watch you erase all evidence Of our lives being entwined at all I watch you block and delete I watch you do it all Can't put a trash bag 'Round a memory I know it's easier to pretend to hate than it is to feel anything I watch you erase the evidence of our lives together at all I watch you block and delete I, I watch you do it all But you can't put a trash bag 'round a memory I know it's easier to pretend to hate than it is to feel (to feel) Than to feel (Oh, than to feel) Anything
I don't want to lie about this anymore No, I don't want to write like this anymore I don't want to think about this anymore No, I don't want to write like this anymore
An artist should create beautiful things, but should put nothing of his own life into them. We live in an age where men treat art as if it were meant to be a form of autobiography. We have lost the abstract sense of beauty*Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
