Direktlänk till inlägg 28 januari 2010
got to move on sometime,
sa martin
o jag tar vid där jag stannade sist. fult. men det enda jag vet. some time.
You turned me away
Away from your actions
Forced by the violence
That always surrounds you
You burnt yourself out
In that silence
I have to tell you
I ache for you still
See black, see bloom, died on an impulse over you
Caught like a corpse crawling round a dream and loving you
And she hangs on youth crushing any feet to fit the shoes
Stepping it out with a size twelve mouth and cursing you
Small town witch come to mess me up
kladdigt. men jag måste. om jag ska orka leva måste armarna visa. self-made grids.
Dead songs, halfway homes, still life lived on mobile phones.
But the girl had wings and precious things, under sheets with tangled limbs.
Wide awake at dawn, the sun will choose to shine on.
Silence says it all, and reaching up and blessing
M'aidez, this is my mayday. Open charms lost on velvet.
M'aidez, this is my mayday, m'aidez, m'aidez.
Just another lonely box beneath her bed
A mark on her back a bruise in her head
Had she fallen, had she fallen
That is what she wished she had said
Two traces of time were riding the spine
Was it worth it
I'm the aim
To suffocate and blame
You gave less
Than you tried to possess
All the greed
Is nothing that I need
If you can't face the grazes
idag är det sista dagen att söka mitt jobb. jag hade tänkt fila iväg en ansökan bara för att visa att jag egentligen vill jobba kvar. men jag tror inte jag orkar. har fullt upp med att packa när bonki sover (vilket just denna vecka är nästan aldrig)....