I'm coming back when the money's gone. I like you better when you're breaking down and miserable.

You should know this kind of episodic family drama won't just smile and die.

I'm feeling tired and politically exposed.
A cheaper version of my younger self, and lost in my clothes, heaven knows
(But, Heaven never had the urge to finally pull the plug).

Are we getting old enough to rationalize that this is ‘healthy competition’ now?

Let's talk about our feelings:
My body's aging and I'm just another asset away from being bored with life.

There isn't time to operate alone. We have no control.

It seems like we'll sing anything if the melody's good, if you can live in the beat.
[And] it’s hard to rhyme about

‘Secret Renditions’,
or
‘The Final Days of an American Culture War That Will Almost Certainly Take Us Down’.

So this is healthy competition now.

Let's talk about our feelings: my body's aging and I'm just another asset away from being bored with life.

There isn't time to operate alone. When you see this you’ll come home. You have no control.


♥


We have before us kids lining the road. Little men with rifles whose hearts bleed for you.

We have before us bombs lining the road. And little men with rifles.

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