I picked you out of a crowd and talked to you.
Said I liked your shoes, you said thanks can I follow you?
So it's up the stairs and out of view.
No prying eyes. I poured some wine.
I asked your name you asked the time.
Now it's two o'clock, the club is closed we're up the block.
Your hands on me, I'm pressing hard against your jeans.
Your tongue in my mouth. Trying to keep the words from coming out.
You didn't care to know who else may have been you before.


I want a lover I don't have to love. I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck.
Where's the kid with the chemicals? I thought he said to meet me here but I'm not sure.
I got the money if you got the time. You said it feels good I said I'll give it a try.


Then my mind went dark. We both forgot where your car was parked.
Let's just take the train. I'll meet up with the band in the morning.
Bad actors with bad habits.
Some sad singers, they just play tragic.
And the phone's ringing and the van's leaving.
Let's just keep touching. Let's just keep keep singing.

You write such pretty words, but life's no story book.
Love's an excuse to get hurt and to hurt.
"Do you like to hurt?"
"I do! I do!"
"Then hurt me."

- Bright Eyes, Lover I Don't Have To Love.

  

Depressing song. *sigh