Love is hell part1

You can't always borrow my skin
as a way out of your madness
Your senses are in autopilot
and you live waht you allow yourself to
Nature is a bit more than that
but you know your way around yourself
like a rat in a maze
and wonder if the sun was always that bright
You smell of dead things
and i still hold the feeling of that kiss...

hoje acordei assim e a culpa é do Ryan Adams, puta the disco! Love is Hell, indeed!
Vou tomar banho!