Rāda ziņas ar etiķeti psychopath. Rādīt visas ziņas
Rāda ziņas ar etiķeti psychopath. Rādīt visas ziņas

pirmdiena, 2013. gada 18. marts

Blame it on the winter


Woke up in the middle of the night
Couldn’t sleep ‘cuz of thoughts in my mind
When I put my head on your shoulder
You said that I‘ve become colder

Could it be, maybe I’m going crazy
But I swear I’m trying to make you happy
Maybe I just try too hard
But I won’t let us fall apart

On that evening we went to the opera house
Saw ballet and both had a virus
Don’t you think that it’s kinda romantic?
More romantic than that suicidal Aladdin

On that day we both got really cold
Probably ‘cuz it was -4

(I’m just trying to go the chorus right now)

I’m gonna blame it on the winter
‘Cuz it sucks
It’s hard to hug you in the winter
I’m outta luck
And you must admit it’s impossible -
I can’t put my arms behind your shirt
Or slip my hand under your skirt
Like I can in the summer
(I just really hope that I don’t sound like that creep I used to date (no offense...))
So I’m gonna blame the winter

You don’t really have to worry
I really, really, really, really want you
But I think you can see
That the fucking time goes slow in the winter
(I’m sorry for the F word)

We’re like two Pooky Bears
We have fun in summer and sleep in the winter
We really should evolve
To bunnies
(I’m really losing it ain’t I?)

I’m gonna blame it on the time
‘Cuz it sucks
And also don’t forget winter
It sucks too
We both should move to Australia
Where it’s summer all day long.
But anyhow I promise I will try not to be cold
Like I do

(‘Cuz you’re the most awesome girl I’ve ever met, and I really care about everything you say, and I really love you and I miss you every day when you’re not with me and I really DO care that we both can’t have as much ALONE TIME (if you know what I mean ;)) as we want, I’m just trying to get myself together you know. Oh and I love you like A LOT. This is way too much text to be put in the brackets..)

And any ways blame the winter



sestdiena, 2011. gada 20. augusts

My mother wants me to..

My mother wants me to marry a genius
She makes me thing 'bout future and she's making a huge fuss

But, see, I like this girl
I like her a lot
I don't know why,
But she's making me hot
And I'd rather be abused every then and now
Instead of going and marrying a clown

My mother want's me to marry a metallhead
She says we look good and that's good for my health

My mother want's me to marry a psychopath
She says - he's sweet, but he's scratching in to my guts

But, mom, I like this girls
I like her a lot
You know every time
She hits the right spot.
Don't wanna be a clown
With a massive frown