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letra de pasta salad days - tom grrrl

[“are you terribly unhappy, darling?”
“well, the only thing that makes me unhappy is making you unhappy. i don’t think i’ll ever find peace until i make up my mind about things. it’s so difficult to put into words, the minute you try you feel embarr-ssed. you say to yourself, who am i to bother my head about this, that, or the other? wouldn’t it be better to just follow the beaten path, and let what’s coming to you come?”
“what do you want to do, then?”
“i don’t know… loaf, maybe.”]

i’m trained to [?]
i abandon [?]
i put your feelings on the shelf
only considering myself

i’m stuck in my teenage routine
can’t convey the things that i mean
nothing lasts forever, so it seems

crying in a crowded bar
my tears, they only go so far
getting words beyond belief
because i never want to leave

holding on to moments keep me
grasping at what always could be
detrimental to what you perceive

baby, don’t you wait for me
i don’t know if i’ll be better
caught up in an endless scheme
i’ma say now or never

boy, we gotta take our time
learning where to draw our lines
we just gotta leave behind
all the friends we had in mind

honey, i just can’t decide
how i wanna live my life
everything i feel inside
takes your body for a ride

don’t think that i’m having fun
i’m just like the setting sun
ready for the end to come
i’m not one for anyone

[“did you have a talk with him?”
“yes.”
“may i venture to inquire the result?”
“he’s going to europe for a while. i promised to wait for him.”
“what in the world is
he going to do in europe?”
“loaf.”
“loaf? don’t be ridiculous, isabel! really, i have no patience with you. if you had any spirit, you’d have broken off your engagement then and there!”
“what can i do? i love him.”
“why? it’s all
so meaningless!
you can’t help but ask yourself
what life is all about
whether there’s any sense to it or
whether it’s just a stupid blunder!”]

[i’m saying that you’re gonna die, and you’re gonna go off the earth, you’re gonna be dead. man, it could be, you know, twenty years, it could be tomorrow, any time, and so am i. and we’re just gonna be gone, and the world is gonna go on without us. now you do your job in the face of that, and how seriously you take yourself, and you decide for yourself. okay? and i’ll decide for myself. and you’re not gonna make me feel unhappy by anything you print about me, or anything, you know? or anything like that. it just can’t, you know, it couldn’t offend me. and i’m sure, you know, i couldn’t offend you.]

- tom grrrl

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