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Well, it's all just confirmation that I ain't good enough. Or, rather, am easily interchangeable. Maybe both. Maybe.
Grant: alas, I broke my strings last night in a Nick Drake funk.
I'm so sorry, everyone. I'm just feeling so goddamned awful, so let down, so lied to. So useless.
It's Dirty Three on repeat, not Waits. And wishing, hoping that somewhere, that someone is thinking of me and of how it was, once. And feeling that perhaps there was some good in it, somewhere - because it seems like that's been forgotten. |
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