I believe this song is accurately discribing my life in its current state. Well, maybe just parts of it. Its a brilliant song though, don't you agree?
The last few months I’ve been living with this couple.
Yeah, you know the kind who buy everything in doubles.
Yeah, they fit together like a puzzle.
I love their love, and I am thankful. That someone actually receives the prize that was promised.
By all those fairy tales that drugged us and still do me, I’m sick, lonely.
No laurel tree, just green envy. Will my number come up eventually?.
Like love’s some kind of lottery.
Where you scratch and see what’s underneath. It’s sorry, just one cherry. I’ll play again, get lucky.
-Waste of Paint by Bright Eyes-
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