A light at the end of the tunnel. Well, that’s what the preacher sells, same as a shrink.
See, the preacher, he encourages your capacity for illusion.
Then he tells you it’s a fucking virtue.
Always a buck to be had doing that, and it’s such a desperate sense of entitlement, isn’t it?
i want to sleep next to you. i want to sleep next to you and i want to wake up in the middle of the night and roll over and kiss you and know that you aren’t going anywhere.
So if you’re looking for some proof that there’s a heart inside of me, then lace your fingers between mine and you will see it start to leak.