Stephin Merritt is perfect for heartbreak, and I got it bad. I would sell my soul just to hear my telephone ring. The part that really gets me, though, is:
"You don't have to talk to me, the way we used to talk for hours/We don't have to talk at, by may I send you flowers?"
Just knowing that it'll never be the same, talking for hours, being happy in that moment. Ah.
Stephin Merritt is perfect for heartbreak, and I got it bad. I would sell my soul just to hear my telephone ring. The part that really gets me, though, is: "You don't have to talk to me, the way we used to talk for hours/We don't have to talk at, by may I send you flowers?" Just knowing that it'll never be the same, talking for hours, being happy in that moment. Ah.