Paris-Regina Spektor
He told me that he couldn’t live without me
And I told him the same thing too
And though we knew it wasn’t true
We both knew it wasn’t a lie
The light was coming in through the window
It was a most familiar type of night
How I loved every streetlight
And I wanted him to kiss me
Margaret Atwood, she could not stop me
Virginia Woolf, she could not stop me
The truth is I wanted to go
