to all of you
my love has way too many laws to have room for any comrades
and to the one who calls me lou reed
sweet, very much.
too bad time never matched up in this universe
yr too busy covered in sawdust making violins & guitars
& im too busy playing with the pins still
and you've been behaving for years so of course i wonder
would i be behaving too? or would we both have spiraled?
i suppose thats why we never worked
and what's with all the ones making guitars anyway?
or drums?
its all so silly
and she says she doesnt have a type
whatafuckingjoke
(guess what f, this one just isn't about you, shame eh)
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