terça-feira, 4 de janeiro de 2011

It's only comfort, calling late.



(...)There's nothing here but what here's mine
Something borrowed, something blue
Every me and every you.
Placebo - Every me and every you.


It still feels awkwardly in the night
when your empty side of the bed says "hey"
And still hurts the same and less everyday
But in some sorta way I always knew...

I think I always knew I would choose to stay away... from you.

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