Δευτέρα, 27 Φεβρουαρίου 2012

Just let me drink, tomorrow we'll give up.









These mighty eyes.
They looked at me with no intention.
They hit me twice. At first glance, and then a second time.
I feel like giving up.
Its been a while since the night that I first met you.
I still got dusty shoes, fear of love, fear of losing you.
I'll be alright if I can just stay in tonight. I don't want to talk.
Just let me drink, tomorrow we'll give up.

I'm reaching out are we gonna sink or swim?



It's about to get worse
It's about to get worse before it gets better
It's got to get better
I'm gonna win a prize tonight, if I don't cry
Lift up my eyes
And replace my mind.

My life's on a string I'll do anything to get myself back.


And everyone says that I shouldn't think about it. That I should find things to get distracted by. But everyone has their own life so how am I supposed to get distracted if I'm fucking alone all the time ?

Κυριακή, 26 Φεβρουαρίου 2012

Πέμπτη, 23 Φεβρουαρίου 2012