all you need is love in a world where love was just hot cocoa and cuddling in sweaters (isn’t that enough for you punk) don’t you feel at home don’t you feel at home here where everyone is what you really see and love and is what the public perceives simply is where hot cocoa and cuddling in sweaters is the last chance at a romance with the bite marks we crave and all i can see is the rock and roll where am i home home home home home home home home home home where i feel alone where i feel condoned where i feel atoned tell me what i need tell me what i need love was an endless contradiction comforting like the icy hot touch of heart to heart while onstage onscreen the wild things taught us what it really is to be human love was a comfort its endless contradiction of the tear filled laughter and the freezing sweat in each frantic conjuncture made life a crystal clear boredom open to interpretation clearly dull at each comparison and her heart is a bed of comfort floating in a deadly cold and empty sea each time we would be a bed of comfort it was like cinnamon curry it was like the hot alaskan treetops in the middle of a long tuesday like the pressed together manila envelopes crowded in the back of our dusty cabinets it was like home
Posted on Monday, 30 November 2009
