So, we all know how I like to overidentify my fictional television loves with music? Yes?
For example:
Katherine Pierce doesn't care when you cry... The one where Husky ship the Salvatore bros harder than I do... Well, Husky have been at it again! They'll never convince me they're not TVD fanboys. NEVER!
The one where Damon and Katherine
Animals and Freaks | Husky
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Hey man, do you wanna hear a story about me?
I'm an old man, you're probably not interested, I see.
But I'll tell you anyway, about the girl who came to stay
thirty years, six months and two days ago...
She walked into the party with Joan de Monmarquis
and she wore her beauty like a cloak, with the devil up her sleeve.
And she was ancient like the Greeks, amongst us animals and freaks.
I lost my mind, never to find the useless thing again.
There was something going on that night,
but I don't know what it was.
There was something going on that night,
I was waiting, we were just waiting for it.
I forgot everything I knew in the ancient sea that night,
when she slipped her dress off, shivering, and clung to me so tight.
Then she whispered in my ear, "there's nowhere else but here..."
"Nowhere, nowhere..."
There was something going on that night,
but I don't know what it was.
There was something going on that night,
I was waiting, we were just waiting for it.
You don't know yourself.
You don't know yourself.
You don't know yourself,
until she's had her way with you...
We spent three weeks in a cheap hotel corroding by the sea.
Tangled up in sheets and love and ancient misery.
One day I woke to see her leave, she had an eagle on her sleeve.
The last I heard, she took the bird to catch snakes in Mexico.
There was something going on that night,
but I don't know what it was.
There was something going on that night,
I was waiting, we were just waiting for it.
You don't know yourself.
You don't know yourself.
You don't know yourself,
until your time is almost through...
Hey man, do you wanna hear a story about me?