Lyssnar på The Adventures of ghosthorse & stillborn

för säkert 50e gången denna vecka.

Ahhhh. Älskar det albumet. Rätt in i hjärtat.

Last night I thought of you
Years ago, when bodies grew
An empty home
A vacant Hell
I knew you in the harsh realm
I thought about how it was
I thought about you because
I always
think about you
I always think about you

I'm naked
I'm numb
I'm stupid
I'm staying

I don’t mean to close the door
But for the record my heart is sore
You blew through me like bullet holes
Left staind on my sheets and stains
On my soul
You left me broke down beggin for change
Had to catch a ride with a man who’s deranged
He had your hands and my father’s face
Another western vampire different time same place
I had dreams that brings me sadness
Pain much deep that a river
Sorrow flow through me in tiny waves of shivers
Corny movies make me reminisce
Breat me down easy on this generic love shit
First kiss frog and princess

With your voice my belly sunk
And I began to feel so drunk
Candle candle on my clock
Oh lord I must have heard you knock me out of bed
As the flames licked my head and my lungs filled up black in their tiny little shack
It was real and I repent
All those messages you sent clear as day, but in the night
Oh I couldn’t get it right
I never once left in between
I was on the fence and I never wanted your two cents

började natten med migrän slutade dagen med 3 filmer.
snurrar.
We stopped laughing , I took the world into me, rearranged it,
and sent it back out as a question "Do you like me?"

Bara lite ord. Som inte blir till meningar. Som finns i huvudet.
Du sa att det brann i dina ben. Det brinner i mitt huvud.
Nästan hela tiden. Men ibland är det tomt. Inte så varmt.
Rätt kallt. Men du säger att allt blir okej. Fast är det okej
vi vill att det ska bli? Om några månader. Men tänk om det
faktiskt har gått flera år. Du vet. Jag skulle vilja att du
kände mina tårar mot din axel. Någon gång. För det här.
Det brinner.