Don’t put this note by your face on the pillow Throwing advice like grenades at the table
Don’t put this letter in the pocket near your heart
Keep it in the bottom drawer where you hide the sex tools
I pray you always need them
You’re spinning your wisdom in stories that change
Your lies are flourescent my babyfaced angel
Grow a fucking heart love
— Elbow - I’ve Got Your Number (note: clicking will Phobos you)