You were one inch from the edge of this bed I drag you back a sleepyhead, sleepyhead
don’t look back into the sun // the libertines
oh my friend you haven’t changed
you’re looking rough and living strange
and i know you got a taste for it too
c’est comme-ci, c’est comme ça-
y’a toujours un truc que j’ai pas!
everything is embarrassing // sky ferreira
maybe if you let me be your lover
maybe if you tried then i would not bother