you said
it doesn't matter anyway
it never did

you said
it didn't matter
if it was a week, a month, or a year
we wouldn't be forever anyway

you once said
you loved me
on a cold and dark night like this

you said  
it didn't matter

but baby
it matters *to me

I was empty and you filled me, and I thought it was good like flowers growing in the cracks, but I was wrong; you were a tree that took root in the middle of my sidewalk and broke the cement apart and left me crumbling

jeg vil så gerne læne mig op ad dine skarpe knogler,
der stikker ud fra blege skuldre, og gør mig en smule nervøs
jeg vil så gerne
lade dig røre mit hår som den eneste
lade dig spise mine fingre, når jeg bevæger beskidte hænder
op mod dit milde ansigt  
jeg vil så gerne danse rundt i sne
med dig
og
lade dig
ryge mine cigaretter
jeg vil bare helst ikke forelske mig
i
dig
men slet ikke i nogen anden