I was wasting my time, praying for love. For a love that never comes, from someone who does not exist.
To me you are a work of art, and I would give you my heart - that's if I had one.
I could only tolerate an afternoon if I took a triple amount of the stated dose of valium prescribed by my GP (who would soon take his own life).
Can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary and psychologically save me?
Smiths songs certainly have an astonishing afterlife.
Bob Geldof is a nauseating character. Band Aid was the most self-righteous platform ever in the history of popular music.