Like coffee and cigarettes.
Or strawberries and cream.
Chocolate and raspberries.
Apples and cinnamon.
Even steak and potatoes.
It's like people. Different, but made to complement each other perfectly. But heck, what do I know about people anyway? Weekend musings like this means that I should stick with the stuff I know best, and that would be food.
It's time for a fridge clean-out. Which means it's time for random pairings that hopefully go well together. That, and a rock-out to good music.
This could be the very minute
I'm aware I'm alive
All these places feel like home
With a name I'd never chosen
I can make my first steps
As a child of 25
This is the straw, final straw in the
Roof of my mouth as I lie to you
Just because I'm sorry doesn't mean
I didn't enjoy it at the time
You're the only thing that I love
It scares me more every day
On my knees I think clearer
Goodness knows I saw it coming
Or at least I'll claim I did
But in truth I'm lost for words
What have I done it's too late for that
What have I become truth is nothing yet
A simple mistake starts the hardest time
I promise I'll do anything you ask... this time
Yes there are some things that are meant to go with each other.
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