Like the naked leads the blind...unge sjarmerende herremenn som stiller armen sin til disposisjon.

en sortkledd ung mann går ved min side og hvisker inn i mitt øre, han synger forførende sanger og jeg faller, faller dypt inn i hans verden, lar meg villede inn i det sorte som omhyller ham. jeg tror han sier at hadde han virkelig vært der så hadde han sett og fikset, fikset alt. eller bare knust. knust til det ikke var mer igjen enn småsmå glasskår.

("Every You Every Me")

Sucker love is heaven sent.
You pucker up, our passion's spent.
My hearts a tart, your body's rent.
My body's broken, yours is bent.

Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.

Sucker love, a box I choose.
No other box I choose to use.
Another love I would abuse,
No circumstances could excuse.

In the shape of things to come.
Too much poison come undone.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.

Sucker love is known to swing.
Prone to cling and waste these things.
Pucker up for heavens sake.
There's never been so much at stake.

I serve my head up on a plate.
It's only comfort, calling late.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.

Like the naked leads the blind.
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind.
Sucker love I always find,
Someone to bruise and leave behind.

All alone in space and time.
There's nothing here but what here's mine.
Something borrowed, something blue.
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he

..og minnene strømmer på fra dengang han alltid var der når ting smertet meg som verst og jeg ikke klarte snakke...

("Passive Aggressive")

It's in your reach
Concentrate
It's in your reach
Concentrate
If you deny this
Then it's your fault
That God's in crisis
He's over
Every time I rise I see you falling
Can you find me space inside your bleeding heart

Every time I rise I see you falling
Can you find me space inside your bleeding heart
It falls apart
It falls apart
Falls apart

men selv om han er forførende og sjarmerende, så har jeg vært her før, og han klarer ikke villede meg som før, jeg har et ( dårlig men dog likevel) kart og det skal jeg følge.
akk, er det ikke fint hvordan man kan tolke ting slik man vil selv og drite i hva forfatteren har ment...?