You talked me to sleep last night I hadn't felt that sad in years Your eyes like glass mistakes They moved me close to tears You speak those favourite fables Which I am yet to live And casually confirm my fears That I've got nothing to give
I take it back, all of it Those names I called myself The heros of my childhood Like hardbacks on the shelf I take it back, those promises
I wish I could say I've clung to time like gold But as you said goodbye, I almost died
- from 'Nothing To Give' by White Lies
Listening to White Lies and shooting self-portraits. Pretentious? Moi?
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