Raz
Bluelighter
What the fuck kind of name is Prudence anyway?
You're fucking 27 and there's nothing prudent about you. You're a waste of time and space that attached itself to me like some kind of white trash singularity, all acne and shrillness and reeking cigarette smoke.
And like a singularity (or so they say), you've got this whole fat galaxy of losers and bright shining suckers growing in bloated idiocy all around you, all the time. I'm just some fucked up constellation, dead years ago with you waiting to eat my leftover light, but I'm too fucking stupid to realise it half the time. And when I do realise it, it's too late.
Fuck you, Prudence. Fuck you and your nagging shrew ways, and the way you hold me in your gravity well with your obesity of body and character. I was meant to be more than this, I was the special one. But nobody's as special as the stinking black hole that steals life from everything around it so it can feel more special. Nobody's as special as you.
Dear Prudence....that song was never about you. That song was about a woman. Fuck you. Nobody wants you to come out and play, but you do anyway. You do whatever the fuck you want anyway and everything else decays around you while you do it.
Happy Anniversary.
You're fucking 27 and there's nothing prudent about you. You're a waste of time and space that attached itself to me like some kind of white trash singularity, all acne and shrillness and reeking cigarette smoke.
And like a singularity (or so they say), you've got this whole fat galaxy of losers and bright shining suckers growing in bloated idiocy all around you, all the time. I'm just some fucked up constellation, dead years ago with you waiting to eat my leftover light, but I'm too fucking stupid to realise it half the time. And when I do realise it, it's too late.
Fuck you, Prudence. Fuck you and your nagging shrew ways, and the way you hold me in your gravity well with your obesity of body and character. I was meant to be more than this, I was the special one. But nobody's as special as the stinking black hole that steals life from everything around it so it can feel more special. Nobody's as special as you.
Dear Prudence....that song was never about you. That song was about a woman. Fuck you. Nobody wants you to come out and play, but you do anyway. You do whatever the fuck you want anyway and everything else decays around you while you do it.
Happy Anniversary.
