louislver

You have so much to do and I have nothing. 

Your beauty never ever scared me. 

Lights are on but nobody’s home. 

I would rather not go back to the old house. 

Such a pretty house and such a pretty garden. 

I man will die, but not his ideas. 

And when I’m back in Chicago I feel it. Another version of me, I was in it. 

Breathe, keep breathing. Don’t lose your nerve. Breathe, keep breathing. I can’t do this alone. 

Your lips, my lips. Apocalypse. 

I miss my lover, man.