Love song

You like really bad music. (Apart from the homeland tunes that you force me to listen to.) You sing along (with feeling) to "the first cut is the deepest" and I tell you it´s crap and to snap out of it. Then I think about playing you a real, true love song. But then I realize that it´s way too much to the point. Our point. Your point. And I don´t play it after all. Only in my mind.

Leonard Cohen – Suzanne