money changes everything...

[bluestare]

thanks, will.

I don't like your boyfriend, you know I blame him
Never seen one of your lovers do you so much harm
I loved you first and you know I would prefer
If he didn't empty his syringes into your arm

So now you bring me your bruises
So I can oh and ah at the display
Maybe I’m supposed to make one of my famous jokes that makes everything ok
Maybe I’m supposed to be the handsome prince who rides up and unties your hands
Or maybe I’m supposed to be the furrow-browed friend who thinks he understands