My sister was blasting some of her indie tunes last night. Normally, this means she’s either on her period, or mom’s done something stupid enough to make her cry, so the beat usually covers up a bout of sobs. Either way, the lyrics pierced through the thin wall connecting our rooms.
Love,
Hunt me down,
I can't stand to be so dead behind the eyes,
And feed me,
Spark me up,
A creature in my blood stream,
Chews me up,
So I can feel something...
And blah, blah, blah, the song went on, and it really got me thinking: what if all I need is love? Okay, yes, that strikes a whole new song (yay for The Beatles), but seriously, maybe the ghost of Mandy is still lingering somewhere, her perfume still fresh in my covers?
If you’re my love, please, hunt me down.
Shoot me.
Scar me.
Just make me feel.
