Chelsea Hotel

by practicalspactical

Clearing my throat – listening to new songs everyday – still in love with the past – sometimes a song is so good you have to hear it twice – and sometimes the next song is so good you forget to go back – and one day I’ll die – I don’t want to die alone – –

 and I must sleep —

But then I hear a song I’ve heard before, a song I’ve forgotten that I’ve known.

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