Direktlänk till inlägg 20 mars 2012
now and then i think of when we were together.
like when you said you felt so happy you could die.
i told myself that you were right for me,
but felt so lonely in your company.
but that was love and it's an ache i still remember.
you can get addicted to a certain kinda sadness.
like resignation to the end, always the end.
so when we found that we could not make sense,
eell you said that we would still be friends.
but i'll admit that i was glad it was over.
but you didn't have to cut me off,
make out like it never happened and that we were nothing.
i don't even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger
and that feels so rough.
no, you didn't have to stoop so low,
have your friends collect your records
and then change your number.
guess that i don't need that though,
now you're just somebody that i used to know
It's morning, you wake, a sunray hits your faceSmeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction.Hush baby, speak softly, tell me you're awfully sorry That you pushed me into the coffee table last nightSo I can push you off me.Try and touch me so I...
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