While you were gone I made some changes.

Cleaned up the kitchen, vacuumed the floor.

Moved some of your books to a different position

which gave me some options for blocking your vision once more.

Though I'm out of work, I've got nothing to pay for.

Traded excess for more time to myself.

Traded my sanity, silence starts nagging me

while windows fog up, humming helps with a moment of clarity.

The key is under the mat, just open the door

and think of me like you'd thought of me before.

Though I'm out of work, I've minimised expenses.

Saved most of my bills for someone else to ignore.

I've given away all my thoughts and possessions,

no wonder people suspected depression.

You know me, untie me and feed me and clothe me

and hold me and beat me, the stitches were left from before.

The key is under the mat, just open the door

and think of me like you'd thought of me before.

Breathe deep in the fog, find the dresser's top drawer,

pull out your old bottle, let me drink just once more.

Annons

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Pisse Mon 12 Apr 2010 01:20

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q7aIa5a2MlI

och

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CNwQ2UeV3ec

Vene om du hört dom, men daym. Har bett pappa förhansbeställa albumet.

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