Decay - Sleepless in Sweden
Its twelve o clock and this bed feels empty enough,
i love our relation but hate that im making it up.
Thats when my brain start faking up that crazy stuff
and i either get stuck or find salvation in a coffe mug.
One o clock and this shit is getting on my nerves,
i doubt myself and tell myself that its what i deserve.
Feels like im empty now, every word dispersed,
feels like i could get you to love me if i earn it first.
It aint fun no more its two o clock im tired now,
and in my head you've already tried out the bridal gown.
I want you to sit beside me on this merry go round,
until our friends are joining hands on the burial ground.
Three o clock and counting backwards to accept defeat,
all is dark though im at the feet of a TV screen.
Maybe i could rest at ease with you next to me,
i'd sort it out later if only i could get to sleep.
Around four o clock im angry and question my life,
the voice inside, tonight, has already bested me twice.
Some cyanide would be dynamite, blessed in disguise,
theres a fine line between alive and fetching my knife.
As i descend into the silence of five o clock,
i paint my feelings with words, cant seem to write them off.
Tried to abandon the crooked path i was guided on,
despite the wars, to meet my end in a lightning storm.
At six o clock i miss you so that it physically hurts,
confused thoughts manifest in a cryptical verse.
If im to figure out mankind i must mimic it first,
dont really belong here im just visiting earth.
As i wither the clock is getting closer to seven,
even with her i'd still heed for neurotica heaven.
But you are dreaming somewhere else and i mended the fences
drifting in and out of consciousness and the heavenly entrance.
My other car is a unicorn.
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