| He asked how old you were and I absent mindedly told him nineteen when I meant eighteen. He replies, "That's not bad," and shakes his head.
He rests his chin on his knuckle and then he says, "So what do you think of a 63 year old and a 23 year old?"
I replied, "Whatever makes you happy, right?" and I half-smile to myself, half-smile to the thought, pleasantly caught off guard. He returns it.
He says without pause towards our conversation and himself, "Well, she does. She makes me happy." and he smiles at the thought of her.
He continues to me. "You know, when I see her, I don't see a 23 year old, I just see her."
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| And I am a master of a nothing place
of recoil and grace.
Sent a heartbeat to
the void that calls through you.
And we are flesh and blood disintegrate
With no more to hate.
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| just don't ask about my appetite
i didn't lose it tonight
it's been gone half my life
it's just i
i've been eating for you. |
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| Do you believe in rock and roll? Can music come and save your soul?
I don't think so - because you're dancing too slow. Yeah, you're dancing too slow.
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| Oh, they're gonna clean up your looks.
They sleep with a gun, you know.
They gonna give you a smirk,
'Cause they've got methods of keeping you clean.
They could care less
As long as someone'll bleed
So, darken your clothes or strike a violent pose.
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