You smelled of rhythm and blues, of heat lighting and worn out shoes. A man made...– Creek Bed Symphony
Tu es les échos de mon tout. Tu es le vide que le monde entier chante à la nuit....– Motion City Soundtrack badly translated by me from Hold Me Down off of Commit this to Memory.
I could not care less about a single cruel word that spills from your mouth. I’ve been dragged through hell for this mess. So, I just don’t care any more. The honest truth is that none of this matters. I can’t even fake remorse anymore.