Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
I promise if you keep searching for everything beautiful in this world, you will eventually become it.
Dont look to the sky for fireworks when you can watch them light up in the eyes of all the people passing by.
You are a world unto yourself just waiting to be formed.
Tell me about the rains that washed and wore you down. About the travels you took to find yourself and how you left a part of you in every place, yet somehow always came back more complete.
He will come with a mouth full of forevers and skin as sweet as spring time. He will kiss the places that hurt and will tell you the scars are beautiful. He will cover every inch of you in words he's learned and dress you in the colors of every season and he will not be the one. He will feel like a hurricane and you'll wonder how you will ever recover and rebuild. But you will. You always will. And you'll realize he is not the one.
I have been waiting for the devil living inside of me to stop making love to all the ghosts you left behind.
You'd better hurry up to the Gard and back. God knows what depravity we might get up to here without your guidance.
Hey sexy boy, set me free, don't be so shy, play with me My dirty boy, can't you see, you are the one for meeeee.
High people, sir, are the best; take a hundred ladies of quality, you'll find them better wives, better mothers, more willing to sacrifice their own pleasures to their children, than a hundred other woman.
Brush up your Shakespeare, Start quoting him now, Brush up your Shakespeare And the women you will wow.