I wish you could see,
even though you said it wasnt me.
You gave me Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy.

I didn't know what it was either,
but now I just feel like a seether.
But of course you where a cheater.

Again I'm the one to depart,
even though it's your art.
Of giving me a broken heart

So I met this girl a while back.
Well I didn't, but I feel like I did.
So, I saw this girl a while back.
Although, it was from a distance.

I did go to her!
Mostly stumbled, actually.
I did say hi to her,
No, I yelled to be honest.

She smiled at me.
I giggled, I believe.
She asked to go for a coffee.
Apparently I said no...

Can you..., do...You..., Uhm,
Do you wanna be... Uhm,

Be my moon, so you're my bright light in the dark nights.
No..., wait, You be the sun and I'll be the moon.
Because the moon's only bright, because it reflects the sunshine.
No..., wait, you do be the moon AND the stars.
So I can  shoot where ever I want and I'll always land with you.
No...no,no,no.

We'd both be stars, twisted in each other's orbit, spiraling in, increasing speed, an interplay of billions of years leading up to a unavoidable collision, an explosion so big we'll send ripples trough space-time itself. We'll give them something they'll see over 100 million light-years away.

Yes, do you wanna be stars with me?

I want to, explore planet Her. I want to see its highest peaks, it's deepest cliffs.
I want to lay down on it's golden beaches, so soft and fine.
I want to run along with the wind as it weaves around every curve it can find.
Feel every wrinkle in the sand, every drop of water that runs down every fall, every storm, heat-wave, hurricane, sunrise, birth, fall, winter, summer, spring, life, death...      

Every tear, every smile, cry, truth, lie.
All the mischief and gags
All wonders and how every many disasters.
I want, no I need it all. All I need you to be is exactly who you are, as long as you leave absolutely nothing behind.

I'm angry,
Just trowing it out there.
Not at you,
Not at her,
or him or the world or the universe or even myself.

I'm just... angry,
Always,

Have you ever been angry?
Like, so angry, that everyone turns into that one guy.
You know who I mean,
That one guy, who has always been able to get under your skin.
****** you off, makes you want to rip their head off, trow them out of a tree, into a ravine under a car while crashing an airplane onto them.

Yeah, you know who I mean.
Imagine that, that guy is never to be seen, but you always just feel, just know, that he is there.

Well,
I'm angry,
Always,
Because of the guy, who isn't there,

Always.

The moon is high up in the sky.
The crickets in the grass.
Frogs writing a song.
But I'm just waiting for tomorrow.

Because,
When I open my window
and take a sunshine shower.
I breathe in and live.

After a hard day.
I'm going for a smoke.
Take a sip of my coffee.
But I'm just waiting for tomorrow.

Because,
When I open my window
and take a sunshine shower.
I breathe in and live.

My head on my pillow.
On a cold night.
With the blankets wrapped around me.
I'm still waiting for tomorrow.

Because,
When I open my window
and take a sunshine shower.
I breathe in and live.

Oh, if I had a starship,
     maybe I could reach your heart.
Oh, if I had a time machine,
     I'd stop time for us.
Oh, if I could travel with the speed of light,
     maybe I didn't need you to fill the darkness.
Oh, if I could hold my breath forever,
     I'd swim up the biggest pearl for you.
Oh, if I could stop wondering of what I need to be,
     maybe, I could just say hi for once.

My bass guitar  & I
It's a weird relationship I know,
See, I can slap her, but all she does is sing.
See, I can pull her strings, but she sets the rhythm.
See, I can run my fingers down her neck and she moans so ****.
It's a weird relationship I know,
But **** do I love it,

How we intertwine in the heat of the moment,
To create a song  you can feel in your chest.
How we play with each other, until we reach our peak.
And slowly fade away with one last grunt.

A dream becomes a nightmare,
when you dream it alone.

A poem becomes empty,
when it's meaning is lost.

Joy becomes a burden,
when you keep it a secret.

But how can the circle be broken,

When your dreams are meant to be kept a secret.
So you don't lose your last chance to not end up all alone.

The answer is hidden in the words I cannot say

Life is so easy, for everybody but me that is.
I mean, I don't want to sound like I pity myself, even though i do
But here's the thing.
How can you live a normal life when your mind is split in two.
Two thoughts, fighting each other day in and day out.
For the moment I just let them fight their fight.
Because as long as they're still fighting no choice will be made.

Sometimes though, one thought wins, or at least I let it.
That's when the addict in me takes over,
that's when I roll up that joint again, take the pill or whatever it is that makes my head go quiet for just a few hours.
And I should feel bad about it, when I relapse again.
That's what they tell me at least, but I don't.
See, the people that tell me that another relapse is bad just know one of my two fights.
See, the people who, still don't really understand what addiction means, just tell me to kick it up a notch. Try harder next time.

But those same people don't see the other fight, the one I don't talk about.
The one that can best be described as a burning desire to hug a train moving at full speed.
The one that makes me use my arms as a piece of sketch paper, just in case I do decide to slit my wrists.
The one that makes me pinch myself, just to be sure it's not all just a nightmare.
The one that makes me doubt if it's even worth it, to hold on for just one more day.
The one that even worse then drugs.

On those days, where my secret fight is on the winning side, those are the days I choose to let the addict win.
On those days, being an addict is the best thing that ever happened to me.
On those days, kicking myself back into the gutter is the best choice I have.
On those days, I find out again what it really means to be alone.
On those days, I'm just a depressed addict, nothing more.
On those days, all I know is what is most destructive to my life.
And on those days, that's all I want, to destroy myself and everything around me.