Whatever you say, it won't make me feel any better.
I'm reading The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and I'm trying not to compare myself to the tired indecisive man.
Do I dare to eat a peach?
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
With sips of morning tea with milk.
Ani nevím, jestli to píšu správně.
Would that make any difference if I never showed my face in front of you ever again?
Frightened Rabbit - Good Arms vs. Bad Arms