you were the best of me for a little while and i thought we'd break on through, you and me, the way we moved, light but solid, your smile cool on my lips and fingers like an angel's in my hair and the worst of everything tucked away, the world suddenly small enough to fit in my pocket and goddamn, sweet thing, we didn't give a shit for any of it
but it's common knowledge it don't last, that you always take more than give and turn gold to shit and bleed...
Life Decimated By Truest True Love / A True Confessional, Truly
Now old, (chronic) diseased, and and no longer "desirable" as pertains to intimacy. One might say "Time. Time Time wha'th'Fuck has become of Me?" Well, kids........my Me has always been an ill'usion. and when ye Believe ill'usion(s) be Real, they turn into (like magic!) De-lusion(s). (d'ye dig what I'm sayin'?)