v-e-l-v-e-t-g-o-l-d-m-i-n-e:

Placebo - I.K.W.Y.L

latterday:

excuse me
I apologize
he likes your attitude, he tries it on for size
he spends the afternoon, between your thighs
how’s that for gratitude
I apologize

She wears her tears on her blouse
Confused and racked with self-doubt
She stole the keys to my house
and then she locked herself out.

code1ne:

Placebo - Protège moi

dandyjon:

Placebo - Lazarus 

black-market-musick:

Twenty years ‖ Placebo                                                                    

You’re the truth not I …    

medical-mids:

My heart’s a tart
Your body’s rent
My body’s broken
Yours is bent

Carve your name into my arm
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed
‘Cause there’s nothing else to do
Every me and every you

antarctec:

In my life 

Why do I give valuable time 

To people who don’t care if I live or die 

nobody-people:

It better work out
I hope it works out my way
‘Cause it’s getting kind of quiet in my city’s head
Takes a teen age riot to get me out of bed right now

acoldstreamoflogic:

The Smiths, “The Headmaster Ritual”

nobody-people:

I’m feelin’ very sick and ill today
But I’m still fond of you, oh ho oh