Love's the Question Mark in Our Soul

You're transparent as glass,

but glass reflects,

and I’m tired of being your panoramic affect.

 

We’re looking for love,

But we’d rather not try.

We’re looking for love,

But we’d rather die.

 

I’ve got a heart shaped pin-cushion,

Love’s voodoo doll.

And it's only ‘cause I don’t believe at all.

 

We’re looking for love,

But we’d rather not try.

We’re looking for love,

But we’d rather die.

 

I’m so threatened, you’re so wronged.

Drink from my cup my absinthe friend,

And dream of everything that will always end.

 

Veronica Russell

 

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