If I had to fall, it won’t be in your line

I got lots of jealous lovers that all wish they had me back

Got a pistol for a mouth, my old mama gave me that

Making my own road out of gravel and some wine

And if I have to fall then it won’t be in your line

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Too unimpressed to care

“You become a house where the wind blows straight through, because no one bothers the crack in the window or lock on the door, and you’re the house where people come and go as they please, because you’re simply too unimpressed to care. You let people in who you really shouldn’t let in, and you let them walk around for a while, use your bed and use your books, and await the day when they simply get bored and leave. You’re still not bothered, though you knew they shouldn’t have been let in in the first place, but still you just sit there, apathetic like a beggar in the desert.”
Charlotte Eriksson, You’re Doing Just Fine