I call shotgun

As you have no power to see stars, I will reflect the light at a perfect angle. A glimpse of what is yet to discover. Divine intelligence.

There's a chemistry, energy, a synchronicity

As soon as the weekend hits, when I need the image the most, I can't seem to remember your face.

Sitting on top of the world with your legs hanging free

It's hard to imagine you being unaware. Honestly, I think you are. Then, why do I keep forcing things? Or, if anything, taking a step back? I would expect you to have noticed. And I would expect you to have taken a stand. But then again, I don't know you. Also, you just might be unaware. If so, the solution is in fact quite simple. Enlightenment.


The bridge between us is a rainbow


I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead

Skeleton we have been friends for years
And you have seen me through some trials
And tribulations and some tears
But everybody thinks I'm weird

And I should have known
That it wouldn't be long
Until you, you've got me standing in an awkward position
With unwanted attention and a need for explanation
And it's not that I'm letting go of you
But I don't know what to do


'Cause sometimes at night,
I dream of the most terrible things
I take a hammer and I creep out of bed
And I raise it high
And I smash your head
Fibular and tubular
And ribs and cages, too
In fact, while I'm here
I'll smash the whole of you


But Skeleton, you are my friend
And I could never bring your life to an end
Yes Skeleton you are, you are my friend
And I will be there for you until the end

And even though, when I take you out
You've got me, you've got me standing in an awkward position
With unwanted attention and a need for explanation
I could, I could never let you go
And that is all I know


And that time you shook my hand, it felt so nice



You could come round mine, we could drink some wine
In the summer time, it could be quite nice

Nothing unusual, nothing's changed. Just a little older,that's all

I dream of a world without the anti- social, i- pod- version of people, myself included. A world where people don't stare at you just because you're a girl holding a McDonald's paper bag.


And when it's over, you'll breathe again

I think the reason why things are out of balance is because they aren't.


Would you like to make a run for it?

I'm wondering if spring is here for good now. It was nice out today, but that might just be the atmosphere making fools out of us. Giving an opportunity, a new fresh feeling, just to take it all away before you know it. If that's the case, then I would rather just skip weather entirely. It's too complicated, and complication is no good for me.    


Where my mind is


In your name I find meaning

Never speak unless spoken to. It feels strange, but it kind of doesn't. It was never quite like this. Walk, walking. Loopholes and then more loopholes. You are silly and naive. If I could only tell you. Stare, and expecting to fill this eerie silence. Waiting for the code to crack. Hah, there is nothing left to decipher.  

Covered in skin

It's like an out- of- body experience. Although, I'm not sure if it was chosen or not. This a siuation I've never been in before and, I'm afraid of the outcome. Waiting, postponing. Going trough the motions while.. waiting. For something. I'm kind of looking at myself from the outside. The only thing I can't seem to figure out is what it is I am waiting for. A friend once told me that he never had any expectations. That is my main problem. However, the opposite. My expectations are way too high. Nothing good enough ever comes along.


G, C/G



I finally know just what it means to let someone in
To see the side of me that no one does, or ever will

We've suffered enough

I can't decide whether or not to keep my mouth open. I am the world's biggest blabbermouth. Not secrets, just stupid comments. But, on the other hand, I never speak up when I need to. Two problems with two equally bad consequenses. The result of one will probably hit me like a pile of bricks in an instant while the other will slowly bury me until I no longer can breathe.      

Make me feel like I'm the one who's moving you

If it were up to the old me, we would already be having three hour- long telephone conversations by this point. The new me just says "Hello". And that just isn't good enough.

We're all the same color when you turn off the lights

You know that gut feeling. The one when your intuition tells you something but you're afraid of being let down, so you doubt it anyway.


Jag blir hellre ensam än lycklig med nån annan

    

    


I love how everything was unexpected. He didn't even finish off with the usual song. He kept us on our toes.

"Ha det gött"  

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