gets me more every time i hear it.
there will always be something a little romantic about unashamed expressions of unrequited, self-disgracing love...
True Love Waits
i'll drown my beliefs
to have your babies
i'll dress like your niece
and wash your swollen feet
just
don't leave,
don't leave
i'm not living
i'm just killing time
your tiny hands
your crazy kitten smile
just
don't leave...
don't leave
and true love waits
in haunted attics
and true love lives
on lollipops and [chips]
just
don't leave....
don't leave....
don't leave,
don't leave...
what can i really say about this song? i really have only one insight: i read that the last lines of the last verse come from a news story Thom Yorke heard in England, about a nine year old kid who survived on lollipops and potato chips while his parents left him alone during their two week vacation.
its a pathetic story, a pathetic song...
does true love really resign itself to this, just to keep on loving?
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