We should have quit back when we learned this wasn't everything, that it
all fades. But we never learned how not to care. somehow, it still
fades. These are the days that should have killed me... Getting to
comfortable with pain. Going nowhere in the name of hope, growing into
broken bones. The fractures have all healed, and I forget that they were
there. "Sometimes" becomes every time. Just wait, it will be any time. And you'll forget where you come from, if you can
say it to yourself for long enough. But you're not going anywhere. "Long
enough" becomes your life... Forgot how you got there. We aren't
letting go. We aren't letting go. This is letting go. And I'll forget
where I come from. Said it to myself for long enough. I can't go
anywhere from here. Been living "long enough" to know that it's been
long enough. I'm letting go...
MY COPPER RACCOON
8.07.2012
7.23.2012
5.11.2012
MIDDLE OF NOWHERE
Collaboration : Nathalie Coste // Guillaume Coutret // Céline Ramos
Modèles : Nass // Mounissa
http://www.nathaliecoste.com/ (collection visible sur ce lien)
if i told you things i did before
told you how i used to be
would you go along with someone like me
if you knew my story word for word
had all of my history
would you go along with someone like me
i did before and had my share
it didn't lead nowhere
i would go along with someone like you
it doesn't matter what you did
who you were hanging with
we could stick around and see this night through
and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about our own folks
talkin' 'bout our own stuff
all we care about is talking
talking only me and you
usually when things has gone this far
people tend to disappear
no one would surprise me unless you do
i can tell there's something goin' on
hours seem to disappear
everyone is leaving i'm still with you
[...]
told you how i used to be
would you go along with someone like me
if you knew my story word for word
had all of my history
would you go along with someone like me
i did before and had my share
it didn't lead nowhere
i would go along with someone like you
it doesn't matter what you did
who you were hanging with
we could stick around and see this night through
and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about our own folks
talkin' 'bout our own stuff
all we care about is talking
talking only me and you
usually when things has gone this far
people tend to disappear
no one would surprise me unless you do
i can tell there's something goin' on
hours seem to disappear
everyone is leaving i'm still with you
[...]
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