The Smiths was an incredibly personal thing to me. It was like launching your own diary to music.
Life would be so colourful if only I had a drink problem.
On the day that your mentality Decides to catch up with your biology, Come 'round
It may all end tomorrow, or it could go on forever (in which case I'm doomed).
I avoid people who I actually like. I suppose that’s a phobia but also a habit.
These tears I'm wailing, I spill not without reason. Remove them, my dearest love. Take me to the place I've been dreaming of, where the grotesquely lonely meet the grotesquely lonely and they whisper, just very softly, Please be mine, Dearest Love.