she’s got the nerve to say she wants to fuck that boy so badly

stage 2: anger

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"I’ll tell you what I am. I’m the guy who’s really good at choosing trainers or records, okay. That’s it. I can’t help you with real things. I can’t help you with anything that means anything."

Buy me a shiny new machine that runs on lies and gasoline
And all those batteries we stole from smoke alarms
And disassembles my despair
It never took me anywhere
It never once bought me a drink

you don’t know me, and you don’t wear my chains