You are the one that is not to be mentioned.  And I hate it.

Det värsta är att jag inte vet ifall du menade vad du sa, eller ifall det bara var skitsnack.

Hade planerat allting i huvudet. Allt skulle bli bra. Men, fick ju lära mig att det enkla sättet är riktigt ovärt och det kan ju knappast sluta bra heller. Låt det ta flera månader. Låt gå.

I walked down the street with alot on my mind. I looked up and hardly saw any stars through the clouds. I excepted the heavy rain to wash everything away. I excepted it to cleanse all negative thoughts. But it was a soft summer rain. The raindrops fell sparsely. It was even better. It removed only some stains, only some negative thoughts. And left me with a few. The truth is, I need a few, we both need a few. So we know what mistakes not to make. The rain made room for things so come. Stains that later on will need to be removed.

In time, in time.

You cannot see nor hear me. But boy, can I hear you. I sit on the stairs around the corner and listen to your every word, every lyric. I listen to you grow up. You express yourself in a way I never will and you take the words right out of my mouth. You say everything I want to say, even though we have different sources of inspiration.

Sometimes is July I can still hear your 'mhm'ing through my bedroom wall. It is comforting to know that your voice isn't completely gone. I long for those cool summernights and for staring at the sky from my bed while evoking memories of the texture of your stubbly beard.