I don’t know what it means to be “happy”… Pleasure is not happiness. Because I kill pleasure – you know what I mean? I take too much of it, and therefore I make it non-pleasurable – like too much coffee, and you’re miserable. And I do that to pleasure often … there’s no pleasure that I haven’t actually made myself sick of.
Another one to keep you toasty: California Sunrise, by Dirty Gold
I’ve been sleeping far too long hibernating from your love I need some summer sun to come and wake me up Let me sink you’re hell to swim Where our love ends my end begins California sunrise come on and wake me up