lørdag 27. november 2010
mandag 22. november 2010
torsdag 18. november 2010
She don't mind how I dress. Or how much I work, how much I rest. She don't mind how much I sleep. Never asks why I spend the night awaken. She don't ask for reasons why. I sometimes tell her lies. She makes no plans for my days. She don't try in any ways to trick me.
She cries just like a baby
She cries just like a baby
She don't mind where I've been. Or where I go. She says it's best not to know. She don't mind where I've been. When the doorbell rings in the morning
She cries just like a babyShe cries just like a baby
It's summer, but it's so cold. Silhouettes and shadows dancing. On my window.
onsdag 17. november 2010
Itirsdag 16. november 2010
You look so angry when you sleep, your face a troubled frown. So I will smooth your furrowed brow as I lay in the ground. I’ll kiss you once for life; I’ll kiss you twice for death. I’ll hold you close for comfort, wearing my best dress. And as the mourners pass me, I will smile and wave. Thank them for their sympathy and tell them I’ll be brave. But once the wake is over, and I’m drunk and feeling fine. I’ll go out there and find me another boy to pass the time.As we’re dancing cheek to cheek and the lights are laid low. I’ll request this song for you, saying into the ground below. Once the song is over, I decide to go to bed. I’ll leave him on the dance floor and return to you instead. I’ll kiss you once for life; I’ll kiss you twice for death. I’ll hold you close for comfort, wearing my best dress
mandag 15. november 2010
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