One Day You'll Love Me

A modern tale of the vicious lust for love, the maudlin and the beautiful.
Dreams of walking in a solemn procession, for the sake of boredom, oh the things you'll say. The dust on the record, Debussy's Suite Bergamasque, cracks and seems to snap back at me. The acrid smell of dust which had accumulated over time on the album sleeve irritates my eyes. I resolve, I fuck with the rotations per minute for the sake of boredom, oh the things i'll do. It's raining outside, but it's sunny inside and the fridge stays cold amidst the warmth. I woke up early, why? To spend time with John and Evelyn, although I doubt the sincerity of their words. Cynical, I doubt it. Existential, probably. Vices, definitely.