Thursday, January 12, 2012

Insomnia.



I only smoke weed when I need to,
And I need to get some rest,
I confess, I burnt a hole in the mattress,
Yes, yes, it was me, I plead guilty,
And on the count of three I pull back the duvet,
Make my way to the refrigerator,
One dry potato inside, no lie
Not even bread, jam,
When the light above my head went bam!
I can't sleep, something's all over me,
Greasy, insomnia please release me,
And let me dream about making mad love on the heath,
Tearing off tights with my teeth.
But there's no relief,
I'm wide awake in my kitchen,
It's dark and I'm lonely,
Oh, if I could only get some sleep,
Creaky noises make my skin creep,
I need to get some sleep,
I can't get no sleep...




So true.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
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 kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end
Always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I’d done
And I don’t wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know…
But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Somebody
I used to know
Somebody
That I used to know
Somebody
I used to know
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
I used to know
That I used to know
I used to know
Somebody…






Lihtsalt nii hea.

Monday, January 9, 2012

Sada aastat.

Okei, sada aastat pole kirjutanud siia. Äkki ma enamus asju lihtsalt ei mäleta kunagi #FuckedUp
Mis ma vahepeal teinud olen? Mitte midagi teistsugust, mis varem, ma arvan. Drink drink drink. Oeh, midagi huvitavat polegi. Peaks joomist koomale tõmbama tegelt. Kuigi ma tahaks Tallinnas ära käia. Pole sealset rahvast ammu näinud :/ Tegin lõpuks ID kaardi endale tagasi ja ka pangakaardi taotluse tegin ära. Septembris kaotasin mõlemad koos rahakotiga ära. Sain päris pikalt ilma hakkama. So, what else...nothing?... Keegi juua tahab minuga? :D