Am Morgen Danach. Es gibt Tage an denen trinke ich ziemlich viel,. "Leber ärgere Dich nicht" nenn ich dieses Spiel,. mein Körper und ich führen diese knallhart Duell,.
Ihr seid so anders. und Ihr fühlt Euch anders an. Ihr seid so häßlich. daß ich gar nicht anders kann. wenn ich Euch sehe und erröte. spüre ich immer diesen Drang.
Ihr seid so anders. Und ihr fühlt euch anders anIhr seid so häßlichDas ich gar nicht anders kann. Wenn ich euch seh' und ich erröte. Spüre ich immer diesen DrangDas ist der Grund warum ich töte.
Und trinken auf sein Wohl unser'n besten Freund. dem Alkohol, der uns lustig und besoffen macht. bei Tag und Nacht. auch die Leber läßt Dich grüßen. sie liegt Dir schon zu Füßen.
Freidlich durch das Leben gehn. ist gar nicht mal so leicht. wieder steht so ein Idiot vor mir. und fragt mich suchst Du Streit. ich bin doch nicht zum Spaß hier,sag ich.
Wait, another minute. I'm not finished yet. I'm not quite ready to walk away, now. . Steal another second. I caught you home. If feel so lonley and used.
I remember times when we were young. And you were so unkind. You'd never understand the way I felt. So why were you so blind?. . You've got your back against the wall.
I know it's the way that is goes I can't help but wonder. Why you have to put something down 'Cause you're insecure. I don't know why should I complain There's nothing to say or do.
If you like to gamble, I tell you I'm your man,. You win some, lose some, all the same to me,. The pleasure is to play, makes no difference what you say,.
Time,Time,Time. See what's become of me. While I look around for my possibilities. I was so hard to please. . Look around,. Leaves are brown,. And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Liefste, de nacht is als een gedicht. Vol van mysterie en verlangen. Diep in jouw ogen glanst 't sterrenlicht. Dat mij in boeien houdt gevangen. Oud is 't verhaal en vaak reeds verteld.
Standing at the Argos. Basement where the sex goes. Centuries of seed and stain. Underwater we remain. . Nederlander profile. Round and nose of straight line.
What you say, what you mean. And the space between those words. What you know anymore. I don't think so anymore. . What you say, what you mean. And the distance that's between.
Outside it's cold. I'm walking down the road. Which changed a lot since I passed it. Here where now and then. A bright light shines. Was it a little while ago dark and grey.
A pretty penny buys you lots of things. A wooden nickel's worth of diamond rings. Good ideas, dozen for a dime. And quarter notes are all lined up in time.
Trapped, silver blue. Plans, utterance. Crashed, turn away. Fate, suffocate. . Doesn't matter how hard I try. Doesn't matter how much I look at you. Doesn't matter how much I say.
Scratching at the surface. Keep the conversation light. Lest I seem offensive. Wouldn't want to be ostracized. . I don't want approval for what I say.
It began sometime last week. The feeling that most everything. Was changing for the worse. All the triggers pulled at once. So begins my ugly fall from grace again.