Sun sleepy and tired out. Lovely weekend catching up with friends, categorically not doing uni work. Technically it's all due tomorrow, obviously not done. Such is life. Don't feel like fighting things today.
Mary, this station is playing every sad song.
I remember like we were alive.
I heard and sung them all from inside of these walls.
In a prison cell, where we spent those nights.
And they burnt up the diner where I always used to find her.
Licking young boys blood from her claws.
And I learned about the blues from this kitten I knew.
Her hair was raven and her heart was like a tomb.
My heart's like a wound.
I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my first wife.
Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you.
I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life.
Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you?
Mary, I worried and stalled every night of my life.
Better safe than making the party.
And I never had a good time, I sat about my bedside, with papers and poetry about Estella.
With great expectations, we had the greatest expectations.
I've said this before on twitter, but TGA make me nostalgic for...something, something undefinable. Bygone eras and moments that can never be reclaimed.
I think if I could live in any fictional place, I'd choose Lothlorien.
Music: Great Expectations - The Gaslight Anthem