"Something else is hurting you – that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think."
Relations with no complications. Well, they fall out. You’ll want the one that hurt again.
Then I’ll have a new one but I’ll want the old one, then I’ll go out. I’ll drink some drinks and get drunk.
Knees knocking and
Blood flowing so
I want you to know that I want to.