Let them bleed / Let them wash away
He said you're really an ugly girl,
But I like the way you play;
And I died,
But I thanked him.
Can you believe that?
Sick, sick, holding on to his picture,
Dressing up every day.
I wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys,
Those Christian boys.
So you can make me come,
That doesn't make you Jesus.
--"Precious Things"
A couple of days ago I realized that I was completely over the crush I had for years. Like, completely over, not that New Year's resolution kind where you say "OK, I'm not gonna fantasize about that person any longer" (been there, done that), but in a full-blown manner of... well, I guess I can't really put it better:
Now I know what letting go feels like.