Rebekahmulligan

Hade som sagt tråkigt i bilen, och skrev en jävla massa..
skriver en hel del tbh.. men allt kommer ju inte direkt från egna tankar..
musik är en fin sak.. det bästa som finns faktiskt..
en del meningar i texten är från låtar jag älskar..

Can you feel the distance between us even though we're so close we can touch..
they never wanted to say "I told you so"... but they did tell me so..
you sold out friendship and we sold our souls..
Everything has it's end, but we had a good run..
But we always seem to remember the end better then the run?
maybe because the end was closer than the beginning..
we are stuck in the between and we don't know what could have been and what will be...
but since I'm stuck in the between, all the things you ever said starts to make sense to me..
You speak as such everything is a riddle.. you speak in riddles..
everything has it's end..
old leafs fall, then new once grow..
it's winter outside and our souls are cold as snow..
we are like the trees outside and out friendship is like the space between the tree tops, cold and quiet..
but soon there will be spring..
New leafs will grow
the green grass will break through the cold snow
the winds will blow warm winds
and we will smile with the birds songs

little miss obvious, I know your style
I've seen your type before..
I can read you like an open book, how ever, not between every line..
I see right through you, so maybe you shouldn't do this any more..
you had me wrapped around your finger, that's where I couldn't breath..
We break our thoughts, and we spill our hearts..
Make 'what ever' stop..
you have taken it to fare..
It's killing me to see you sink deeper as you receive all those girls hearts..
what did you expect?
that I would be like all the others ?
your living in a dream
you don't see what you are doing..
you don't even see it after you've done it..
not even when we explain it for you..


So, I, just like the birds, will wait until I can go home again..
I'm waiting for the winter to go away..
so that I can go home..
Because i can't find a place to rest my head..

You speak of words you can't even read..
I feel things I can't even name..
We speak different languages..
you speak of so much you don't even know or mean..
while I speak with words I can't describe, only feel..
stop wasting your breath on words you do not mean, sing it like you mean it..

I don't care about the girl once before or after me..
Just give me one hell of a ride..