lørdag 23. august 2008

"Nightwish"

There was this guy, stoned and drunk and very cute
Scars on his left forehand, piercings in his lip, nose and tounge
Good taste in music, pants below his boxers
Some of you will call him a loser or faker
But I think he was better than the rest
I held his hand, stroke his scars, he hugged me
...stupid me, today he won't remember me at all.
(And I hope no one who was there will ever read this.)

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