Games without frontiers, war without tears.

Somebody force me to care.

Ain’t there a pen that will write before they die?

Both of us searching for some perfect world we know we’ll never find.

I’m not the kinda girl who gives up just like that, oh no.

It’s symbolic, of course.

It’s confusing these days.

If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now.

We talk about this whole stupid world and still come out laughing (Ha!)

“He’s making violent love to me, Mother!”