I have liked being your friend for long
But you can be so mean
And just because that’s just occasionally
It’s not okay with me
I don’t really care you say
You’re meaner to your other friends
The point is that you do not even bother
To try not to be or ever make amends
Oh-oh I’m done complaining
You’re highly entertaining now
Oh-oh stop pretending
There’s gonna be no happy ending
Oh-oh I’m done complaining
You’re highly entertaining
I prefer the company of people
Who are kind to me
I have liked being your friend for long
But lately i have found
That I do need to get my guard way up
Whenever you’re around
I have done my part
And told you I was hurt
But you don’t seem to mind too much
So I will save my words
I don’t know how to be your friend right now
I don’t know how to be your friend right now
I don’t even seem to belong with myself right now
No, I don’t
Tell me how to get on normal terms with you again, again
Shouldn’t this be solid and strong
I wonder where we went wrong
I cannot see a single tree for the woods
I don’t know how, I don’t know how to be your friend right now
Wo-o-oh we are entirely okay
Nothing whatsoever changed
Aren’t you glad we feel this way?
Wo-o-oh we are entirely okay
Nothing whatsoever changed
I’m sure glad we feel this way
Please stop looking at me, oh, like I am weak
I’m not, you see
Shouldn’t this be solid and strong
I wonder where I went wrong
I cannot see a single tree for the woods
I don’t know how, I don’t know how
To be your friend right now
Wo-o-oh we are entirely okay …
My swallow’s gone flying and I’m not denying
I wish I could grow so much as a feather
My swallow’s gone flying and I’m not denying
I wish we were soaring the skies together
Why’s it that absence continuously
Outlines the bodies of those that I love?
Why is it that repetition compulsion
Tempts us to evermore lose what we lost?
I lost you, I lost you
I’ll lose you again in my dreams
Have you heard the tale of the swallow who
Flew higher than all the others
Wings wider than all the others
It’s gold to know your goal
If you wanna go places
I will be alright, I will be alright
I will be alright someday
My disasters come and go
And they’re not all i am but they’re a part
This is no emergency
No this is no emergency
And yet it can be hard
Anxiety is creeping up my sleeves
And i can’t sleep and i can’t move
This is no emergency, no this is no emergency
The morning comes to prove
I’m not here to wait this out Walking in a roundabout
Of your denial and my doubt
If i will be alright
I will be alright, I will be alright
I will be alright someday
It’s all a bit fucked up right now
But it will be okay
On motorways we ride as I realize
That most people strive to stay alive, to be alive
The roots that grow beneath my feet
Don’t always seem to reach as deep
Into the ground as I’d need them to do
But at this very moment I feel pleasantly connected
To it all due to the fact that
I’m breathing in, I’m breathing out
My lungs pass on the oxygen
Right to my blood, my heart makes sure
It’s running through my vains
And as a result I am able to fear
That if we crashed into that bus
We’d no longer be here
He was so tall, so tall
So why’d he be afraid at all
But when their gazes rested on his face
He’d cringe and seek the gaze of the wall
And then a choir of ten
Socially weird ones began to sing him a song:
„Fear is caring, fear is kind
Fear is mercyless and nothing but mercy
Fear is caring, fear is kind
Fear is brutal and crucial and cruel
And fear is allright.“
His puns were fun and bright
So why’d he every single night
Stay by himself and by the bookshelf
Instead of hanging with the kids he liked
And then a choir of ten
Socially weird ones began to sing him a song: …
Don’t you know you are supposed to be
a leader of men
But instead your sweaty hands
Keep on clicking that pen
Don’t you know you are supposed to be in command?
The boy who lived carried a scar
Telling a tale of endless pain and love
We’re gonna be the hopefull ones
Because we’ve seen the dark
There is a core that was not altered
By the sorrow you’ve encountered
We’re gonna be the hopefull ones
Because we’ve seen the dark
The understanding of pain
Is gained on the inside of pain
I like Sundays and I don’t because
On a regular basis I get lost
On a Sunday afternoon
I take a pen and draw a line around myself
Because the shape of who I am
Seems unclear to me today
Particularly unclear
I take a lot of walks by myself these days
And that’s allright cause I like to be alone
And I need you and I don’t
And I need me, oh I do
And I will continue to-o-o-o-o
And I’m sorry that I’m growing out of needing you to fully understand
What pains me most
Cause you don’t and I suppose that that’s ok
These socially instutionalized losses of control
Tend to make things happen, tend to make things roll
Make you ten times better, make you ten times worse
But if we met today, I don’t think we’d meet that way again
Wanna know what you want, wanna know what may be
Let the night and the buzz come unwind you a little bit more
You’re so far away, far away, far away
I’m so sorry, you’re so sorry
So are wine and beer
So are all the others, all the others, Dear
Make them ten times better, make them ten times worse
But if we met today, I don’t think we’d meet that way again
It’s very nice up here, have a try, have a try
And only in the morning we will have to say good-bye
Once upon a time there was a kingdom of such glory
where a gorgeous little princess saw the light of day
And her mama held her oh so, held her oh so,
her mama held her oh so close to her heart
Happily they could have lived ever after and some more
But the second born came in and called out war
There’s no blank space for you to fill
so won’t you step away?
There’s no blank space for you to fill
so won’t you step away from us, my Dear?
My body and mind try to hide from the lights
That reveal every crack in the things that are imperfect
We will be the ones to learn that this doesn’t work
By the rules of capitalism
My discombobulated mind has been told a thousand times
That the more I improve the more I’m going to be loved
Ain’t every heart supposed to be a revolutionary cell?
Ain’t every heart no matter what a revolution in itself?
Isn’t it nice to be young?
Nowhere to stay and always on the run
Isn’t it nice not to know
What will happen, where your path my go?
I enjoy it so much, I can barely hide
I enjoy it so much, let’s take a ride
On my magic spoon, we’ll fly to the moon
Hold on to my back, we’ll be there soon
I planted a tree for each of my dreams
The black side of the moon is rather green
Dreams dissolve into dust
Just the day they come true
So I hold out in lust
And have some beer with you
I’m refusing to grow up, try to make me do
Grow up up up up up up up
And down down down goes all I know
I wonder if and don’t mind if not
You realize there’ll always be a little spot
Inside my heart that’s got your initials on the walls
You… you make my heart go round and round
For you… Make it go round for you
The park bench on the balcony is waiting very patiently
For all the sunny places it is meant to see
This day is black and grey
The sun is shining, never mind
The flowers you have found me on the way are way to nice
The insurence society is not prepared for you and me
A sick and sad-faced generation studying philosophy and arts
Why does this feel tragic and how did you fall apart this time?
How did you fall apart this time, why would you fall apart this time?
How did you get to slow your mind before it went to far?
The city is an awful crowded place
But there are ways not to be here
You take the bus, you take the train
And yet the monsters will remain
See this society is not prepared for you and me
A sick and sad-faced generation studying philosophy and arts
He’s been sitting on this tree forever
And he sort of hopes the wheather’s gonna stay
As misty as it is
And some bees fly by and wonder why
It took him so long to make some conversation time
It takes a day or even two
To find Winnie The Pooh inside of you
Trying may be good, but ain’t succeeding?
All the time he has been pleading for the sun
To float into his lungs
It’s been a while and I feel fine
Is that ok, please?
I guess I could care less, as well as more
See, I don’t feel like going for
The pain you might cause me
If I gave you again power
Is power the word that I need?
You’re so sweet, you never speak in categories like these
So tell me how you think this works
You text me everytime you feel?
Are you for real? Did you forget who cut the line
May I remind you who it was?
And you say it’s alright, there’s no need to be afraid
But I am, but I am, but I am
And you try to ease my mind
Which a rhyme you have read on a pad calender
March 29
And you say that it’s best to let go of what you love
But I can’t
And who can by the way, who can easily say
I don’t mind if you leave, though I’d love you to stay
Trapped in cages that they call our bodies
I’m falling in love with the idea of fading away
I’m far too massive and my flesh disgusts me
Perhaps it’s best to disappear oh take me away
I need to be less and I need to let loose
I need to spread sex whereever I cruise
Trapped in bodies that are judged by pictures
of anorexic girls for Vogue, I’m fading away
I don’t deserve not to diet, nor to bitch or to riot, I’m supposed to be great and up to date
Otherwise I’m gonna be replaced by these images that chased me into this cage
Once upon a time in a summer’s night
There were two fools sharing excuses for not
Being faithful and true
Some more nights went by and they had a try
Being truely uncommitted to each other
And the world seemed kind of new
Do do do do do do do do do… If there’s anyone I want to know the mess that I am it’s you
Once upon a time in a winter’s night
There were two fools sharing the promise to be faithful and true
Some more nights went by and they had a try being
Truely well committed to each other
And the world seemed kind of new
Do do do do do do do do do… If there’s anyone I want to know the best that I am it’s you
Once upon a time in a summer’s night
There were two fools on the phone
Feeling extremely alone
New ways to commit without being hit
My heart was broken
I can’t focus on the books I’ve got to read
Make this pain disappear, make this bleeding stop
This is not the fun they told me it would be
I don’t know what I need cause I want so much
I want bodies and closure, I want your touch
I want safety and pure, honest tenderness
I want you to want me, I don’t want nothing less
I’m drinking yogi tea, telling me to slow it down
I tend to be short-tempered just in cases when I shouldn’t be
I’m drinking yogi tea, telling me to slow it down
There is no way to peace cause peace itself’s the way
Does anybody have something less helpfull to say?
But Ellen Page made my day
Making a difference today
It seems to me the hardest part is learing when to let it be
I’m drinking yogi tea, telling me to slow it down
If we all tried to be a bit more kind
I guess that might be nice
If ev’rybody tried to be a little bit more kind
that might be nice
It takes some courage to cast off and I’m afraid, my Dear
It takes some courage to cast off, ain’t that profound?
It takes some courage to cast off and I can barely get my feet to touch the ground
Now I sit here with my nervousness and all the little ghosts a sailor knows
It takes some courage to cast off that I will grow, my Dear
It takes some courage to cast off, ain’t that profound?
And I can barely get my feet, oh oh, to stay in touch with me and on the ground
It was a morning like any other morning
I looked into the mirror, it said„Damn Queen, you look good.“
I said „Thank you, any news?“
It said „Well, indeed, there’s a new girl in town..
She supposed to be very very pretty quite nice
And even pretty witty
Her hair so dark, her skin so light
They’re calling her Snow White.“
Mirror mirror go to hell
Fuck yourself and fuck your spell
I am better off without the things you tell
I’m so fed up with being compared
and comparing myself to the rest
I’m so very sick of figuring out
who’s the fairest, the smartest, the best
I’ll burn her hair, scratch out her eyes
Until she cries no more
That sneaky little whore is stealing what was mine
I bet she’s feeling fine
Why is it always such a fight, is it always such a fight, is it always such a fight?
What are we fighting for and why, are we fighting for an why, are we fighting for and why?
I have not fully figuered this out, but I doubt it’s a very healthy game to play
Give me a reason to feel like I’m home
Give me a reason to feel
Give me a reason to unpack my bags
Give me a reason to feel
This town keeps being too big for my little emotions
This town keeps being too loud for my quiet inside
And all I ever can hear is the white noise of the rush
And yeah, I do see the beauty in that