IMTOYSWY

Efter någon veckas paus tycker jag mycket om min dänga. Det är så skönt att uttrycka en känsla på något konstruktivt sätt. Tänk om alla gjorde det. Tänk om alla huliganer satt hemma och skrev istället för att vara ute och slå ihjäl varandra. Piis, I say, piis and lööv.

Smaerd tcefrep ym gnirevoc
Sevael nettor esoht devomer ton
Gnimaerd no tpek ev’I
Gnivael ruoy ecnis reve

Sometimes, late at night
I lie in bed, turn out the light
Remembering the things you said
Lying naked next to me in bed

I sense your warmth everywhere
As if you were really there
Desperately trying to ignore the truth in your eye
That turend out to be yet another lie

You look at me suddenly so serious
Probably just to seem mysterious
You smile at me and say my name
I taste your lips and do the same

You never swore to tell the truth
Yet I can’t help feeling abused
I shut my eyes and close my fist
Pretending my perfect you really exists

Ever since your leaving
I’ve kept on dreaming
Not removed those rotten leaves
Covering my perfect dreams

Ever since you went mad
I’ve treasured what I thought I had
Refusing to face what I must see
Pretending you’re still here with me

I pretend to wake up next to you
Blanket so tight as if of glue
Stroke my pillow as your face
We stay in bed through the days

Yet another week goes by
I’ve carved your name on my thigh
Written a letter I didn’t dare to send
Wondering if this will ever end

Ever since your leaving
I’ve kept on dreaming
Not removed those rotten leaves
Covering my perfect dreams

Sometimes…
I sense…
I pretend…
You look at me…

Ever since your leaving
I’ve kept on dreaming
Not removed those rotten leaves
Covering my perfect dreams

Ever since you went mad
I’ve treasured what I thought I had
Refusing to face what I must see
Pretending you’re still here with me

I miss the one you said was you