I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I've got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind But you, but you... You write such pretty words
But life's no storybook Love's an excuse to get hurt And to hurt.
Do you like to hurt?
I do,
I do
Bright Eyes - Lover I Don't Have To love
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