Some of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard
are the ones about loss, becuse the love in them is
so pure that it blows all the mistakes right up and out of the water. . .
Good night, good night, goodbye,
I don't have to worry about buying you
a radio and picking out the songs
you love to drown out all their cries
and baby, listen here so more, I've got trouble
breathing anything other than your name...
I think I'm beginning to understand why
you were only drawn to me in times of my sorrow,
you were striving to make good on your promise
but the musician, the poet, the artist
in you they just just couldn't agree
because I wasn't able to give you the
material they thought you needed.
That's why you had such a love of
the goddamn whores -
singing raspy verses over the fucking
public radio and I get it now, I appreciate
you for trying. I just wasn't musical enough
and you were just the right kind
of loss for my creativity.
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