lovisita

My drinking is killing me. K-k-kill. My smoking is killing me. My diet's killing me. My heels are killing me. My shopping's killing me. My ego is killing me. Can't sleep, it's killing me. My label's killing me. My phone is killing me. My email is killing me. These hours are killing me. My mother's killing me. My landlord's killing me. My boss is killing me. The TV is killing me. Your nagging is killing me. My talking's killing me. Killing me. Killing me. K-k-killing me. Can't sleep, it's killing me. My dreams are killing me. The TV is killing me. My talking's killing me. Calm down, you're killing me. My god, you're killing me.



(saknar dig toppentjejen. L. du är superdupertoppenbäst.)
 

Det här är bubblornas tid
Så mycket tomhet och mörka gap
Här blir man paranoid
i ett slags kollektivt utanförskap
som vi har vant oss vid

Plural. Inte riktigt så jag tänkte. Men visst.
Lasse förklarar bäst. Jämt.