I don't love anyone.
A harried face, a cold hand.
You're not listening.
I'm losing something.... missing something.
You're playing with something, you're playing with yourself.
A new friend, old memories. Questions sliding in and out of soft glances and sad smiles.
I don't love anything, Not even Christmas.
The scent of jasmine from my terrace, the cool shade in the breeze.
If there's one thing I learned when I was still a child is to be alone.
My sundress flowing past the down coat of a homeless man.
I met a man today and he told me something pretty strange.
"Make sure you get what you need."
There's always somebody saying something.
My chest is tight and my legs full of sand.
He said, "The world was as soft as lace."
The breeze wraps my hair around my neck.
If there's one thing I learned when I was still a child is to take a hiding.
(Lyrics from Belle and Sebastian's "I Don't Love Anyone")
