Monthly Archives: January 2017
These are confused times when the walls don’t feel as solid as they used to
Drinking our own champagne
There’s no such thing as society
You could die of a broken heart
We ain’t fakin, whole lotta shakin going on
A lot of the time, all we want is something more than what we wake up to
I used to dig Picasso, then the big tech company came along and turned him into wallpaper
The fact that this band of outsiders all found each other was a miracle. Detriot was a company town. They made cars. We wanted to make something else. We wanted to make trouble.
Do you still recognise me when I dream of you?
| do you ever hear me move in the night? |
| do I still wake you? |
| do I still mean anything to you? |
My life is a hashtag 