pretty words.

i want a lover i don't have to love. | i want a boy who is so drunk that he doesn't talk. | where's the kid with the chemicals? | i have got his hunger and i can't seem to get full. | i need some meaning i can memorize. | the kind i have always seems to slip my mind. | but you write such pretty words. | but life is no storybook. | love is an excuse to get hurt and to hurt.| "do you like to hurt?" "i do. i do." "then hurt me."