Ehpsson - Yngst & Smartast.

Tiny Vessels

Okej. Jag hade velat skriva, och har faktiskt ett helt upplägg, ett roligt inlägg om det där med PMS och reptilhjärnor. Jag hade också velat skriva lite om igår, om i natt och lite om idag. Men eftersom jag har PMS och reptilhjärna så orkar jag inte.

Hej, här pendlar vi i humör

Det händer rätt mycket... eller inte. Men det händer saker i alla fall. Men jag vill inte skriva om det. För jag vill inte avslöja vad jag tänker.
Istället säger jag vad jag tänker så här så får ni själva knäcka nöten, göra matematiken, tillämpa logiken;

Death Cab for Cutie - Tiny Vessels

This is the moment that you know
that you told her that you loved her but you don't.
You touch her skin and then you think:
"She is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me
Yeah, she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me"

I spent two weeks in Silver lake
The California sun cascading down my face
There was a girl with light brown streaks,
and she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me
Yeah, she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me

I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking,
as we moved together in the dark
And all the friends that I was telling
All the playful misspellings
and every bite I gave you left a mark

Tiny vessels oozed into your neck
and formed the bruises
That you said you didn't want to fade
But they did, and so did I that day

All I see are dark Grey clouds
in the distance moving closer with every hour
So when you ask "Is something wrong?"
I think "You're damn right there is but we can't talk about it now.
No, we can't talk about it now."

So one last touch and then you'll go
and we'll pretend that it meant something so much more
But it was vile, and it was cheap
and you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
Yeah, you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
Yeah, you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me

Etiketter: Death Cab for Cutie, Musiken, PMS'et

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