Beware of boys in bands.

mother said
beware of boys in bands,
certainly don't let them write you songs.

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"I would like to be remembered as someone who did the best she could with the talent she had."

July 31, 1965.
Happy Birthday, dear Joanne ‘Kathleen’ Rowling!

We were only supposed to go out for the night
But it’s been a few hours now since it got light
We’re a mess and the worst part is we couldn’t care less

There’s water in the ash-tray and ash in the sink
The carpet’s mostly soaking but there’s nothing to drink
We’re a state and we’re starting to regret staying awake

And I’ll pay for my sins, when I get paid
I’ll stop talking to girls, when I get laid
I should have gone home when I could but I stayed
But then I never was the clever one

We were only supposed to go out for the night
I did my best to go home but in the end I lost the fight with myself
To be honest I was hoping I’d go home with someone else

And right about now I should be starting my day
But instead I am sat here downing the dregs of yesterday
All the while trying to prop up both ends of my smile

And I’ll pay for my sins, when I get paid
I’ll stop talking to girls, when I get laid
I should have gone home when I could, but I stayed
But then I never was the clever one

But always the one to not see that I’m done
And I need to go home and get to sleep
Always the last to see the moment has passed
And I need to admit my defeat

And I’m lonely, there, I said it
I’m lonely but it’s hard to admit it
When everybody thinks that you’re fine all the time
And you’re not

So we were only supposed to go out for the night
But who am I kidding? Try as I might I can’t stop
Until I’ve squeezed out every last drop

And I’ll pay for my sins, when I get paid
But I don’t have a penny to my name
I’ll stop talking to girls, when I get laid
But I haven’t had a shower for days
I should’ve gone home when I could but I stayed

And so I stay up alone and set off on my own
To the station where I catch the first train

– "I Really Don’t Care What You Did On Your Gap Year" by Frank Turner (via no-soup-in-the-benz)