— For the gutter trash who still believe in the broken note. What does your cruel serenade sound like? Drop the first lyric that comes to mind in the comments.
You don't cover your ears. You don't pretend you can't hear it.
You lean into the gutter. You light a match. You listen to the melody of your own mangled, beautiful, broken heart.
It is cruel because it gives you just enough hope to keep going. It whispers, "You were born for more than this," just as the rain starts to pour through the hole in your shoe. In the lexicon of polite society, "gutter trash" is an insult. It implies low value. It implies something to be swept away and forgotten.
— For the gutter trash who still believe in the broken note. What does your cruel serenade sound like? Drop the first lyric that comes to mind in the comments.
You don't cover your ears. You don't pretend you can't hear it.
You lean into the gutter. You light a match. You listen to the melody of your own mangled, beautiful, broken heart.
It is cruel because it gives you just enough hope to keep going. It whispers, "You were born for more than this," just as the rain starts to pour through the hole in your shoe. In the lexicon of polite society, "gutter trash" is an insult. It implies low value. It implies something to be swept away and forgotten.
