Song of the Week

And now I feel the soft, pink flesh of my heart hardening
To the countless possibilities contained within each day.
Vulnerability feels like a cold, wet concrete room lit with fluorescent light,
Which, as you know, makes everything look bad.
I still keep trying to figure out how I became irrelevant,
How I got myself evicted from his heart from one day to the next.

John Grant – It doesn’t matter to him

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