"As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry, like art could save a wretch like me, with some ideal ideology that no one can hope to achieve. And I am never real; it is just a sketch of me. And everything I made is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time."
"As I hide behind these books I read,
ReplyDeletewhile scribbling my poetry,
like art could save a wretch like me,
with some ideal ideology
that no one can hope to achieve.
And I am never real; it is just a sketch of me.
And everything I made is trite and cheap
and a waste of paint, of tape, of time."
all-time favorite bright eyes song