jag får liksom ingen ordning

Vi är aldrig starkare
Än vår svagaste punkt
Kedjan är svag
Då länkarna felar
Och bojen runt foten väger tungt
Jag vill aldrig va något tung för dig
Som hindrar dig från att resa dig upp
Dom band som binder mig här
Ska jag långsamt lösa upp

But there's really nothing, nothing we can do Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew

Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars This is our decision, to live fast and die young We've got the vision, now let's have some fun Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute Forget about our mothers and our friends We're fated to pretend To pretend We're fated to pretend To pretend

But you ain't got nothin, nothin on me The way everybody loves me I wish you could see

Att i en stund leva i en lögn,
vad man tror sig veta, känna, undra, vilja, längta, sakna, tycka



visas sig vara; helt tvärtom.













men att gå en erfarenhet rikare har aldrig skadat, snarare stärkt. man lär sig av sina egna och andras misstag..

And I could have it all maybe I should have it all

Time to go again

Imorgon träffar jag nog den underbara människa som gjorde denna tavla med en av världens snyggaste killar. I UME! så dags att packa igen....:)

Little boy, you got it all so why you complainin’? Well suit yourself. Nine months of dreaming is too much a nightmare

du vill ta henne med hon ska se vad du kan
men hon kommer från främmande vidder
dit du reser men aldrig når fram

(bilden passar sjukt nog in)

det är såna dagar som hela världen sjunger

Stay out of love until you're ready, stay out of it 'cause it scares you.

You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happend... Or you can leave the pieces on the floor and MOVE THE FUCK ON.



vad ska man känna,göra,tycka,tro

typ.. precis vad som nämns ovan. that´s the way I work



typ





The words came like a hard rain. And your smile changed just like a hurricane. Your breath smells like cardamom. And the words came just like a hard rain. I recall you said you missed me. I was afraid I acted desperately. I recall you said it for hours. Then again it doesn't matter. I never tried, I never dared, I wish I'd said something. But I've been standing outside your door, at least that's something. Your breath smells like cardamom. And the words came just like a hard rain. I try to tell myself at night when the dusty old pictures are all out of sight that I think I will be alright. Just don't come closer morning light.