The Smashing Pumpkins - Rotten Apples
Where the cool winds blow
I must surely go
For my love calls me below to drag her
From the depths of my soul
When will I see her again?
The other side of friends
The darkened claws of death
The empty breath, desire
Since when did “I wanna hear your voice” not become a good excuse?
Calling you three in the morning, laugh at sleep that we’ll both lose
Maybe college won’t work out, I can come live at your house
I’m supposed to be at class now but my roommate just passed out