I can be your liar
I can be your bearer of bad news
Sick and uninspired by the diamonds in your fire
Burning like a flame inside of you
Is this just desire or the truth

So shame on me for the ruse
Shame on me for the blues
Another one returned that I'll never use

I won't go getting tired of you
I won't go getting tired of you
I'm not getting tired
I won't go getting tired of you
I won't go getting tired of you
I'm not getting tired

Been circling around this song since April. It feels different each time I listen to it. It's the bittersweet love letter I'll never write. Although I did write a few letters in my life... and most likely will write a few more.
It's obsession, inspiration, life jacket and guiding light ; I'm falling, I'm drowning and yet it's the only way to feel alive. I might get tired of work, of people, of books, of life itself - but whatever happens, I won't go getting tired of him.
And if I do, somebody shoot me.