and it is written on our empty graves
that After everything still I stayed.
And I mean it.
I stayed. I stayed. I stayed. Buddy Wakefield, “Self-Portrait”
Never was much of a romantic
I could never take the intimacy
And I know I did damage
Cause the look in your eyes is killing me
I guess you’ve got another advantage
Cause you could blame me for everything
And I don’t know how I’ma manage
If one day you just up and leave
Jenny Holzer, Living Series