Irony

Being in love makes you feel like you own the whole world while feeling like a slave to one person, at the same time...

What if...?

People say that if something's for you it will get you even though you try to get away from it, and if it's not for you it will avoid you even though you try to get in its way.

I'm beginning to understand it now. And it is certainly true... and nice.

So, let's wait and see...

So... what?

C'mon baby, kill me again. Catch me, if you can. If you really want me, come on and chase me, hunt me, hit me... I still wanna be your prey.

I won't stay still, it won't be easy, but I want you to do it. So, if you really like me, come on and get me. I'm still here. I still love you.

If you are gonna do something, do it now, 'cause maybe later I'll get over you and it will be too late...

Kill me... like a friend

One of my favorite songs: Pulp's Like a friend, I really feel this way...

Don't bother saying you're sorry

Why don't you come in
Smoke all my cigarettes again

Every time I get no further
How long has it been?

Come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreams

You take up my time

Like some cheap magazine
When I could have been learning something
Oh well, you know what I mean, oh

I've done this before
And I will do it again

Come on and kill me baby
While you smile like a friend

Oh and I'll come running
Just to do it again

You are the last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk

You are the habit I can't seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week

You are the car I never should have bought
You are the dream I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age

Like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid
Like a plane I've been told I never should board
Like a film that's so bad but I've got to stay till the end
Let me tell you now: it's lucky for you that we're friends.

Quiet and shout out loud

I can't help it. I miss him. Tomorrow is his birthday and I wont be there with him. I know he'll be in town these days, before traveling to SouthAfrica next saturday... but I don't think he will call me... and I wont call him either.
However... I can't stop thinking of him. And even when I know it is better to keep things this way, deep inside I wish to see him once again...

Restless

I wish he was here. I really miss him. I know he is around but I also know he´s got his time doing some other stuff. I was so angry the last time we spoke I seriusly doubt he will ever try to speak to me. And I wont try to do it either. But I still miss him... and, at times, I really hope he was near again...