Standing Outside A Broken Phonebooth With Money In My Hand - Primitive Radio Gods
I wish I was a falling star. Something you wanted to find and keep for yourself. But when you found me, I turned out to be a girl. A glowing girl. And the selfishness of wanting to keep me as a prize would drift away. You’d love me as I was. And maybe I’d allow you to keep me. But only if I could keep you too.
That’s all. Goodnight.