The dog feels good
He lies on the carpet
Watches how I die
from missing, it's not
It's boring that no one calls
There's no real butter on the bread
Come here and quick
Come here, come here quick
Here I am staring
a little dance of dust
There's a hole in the ceiling
It drops and
Without you nothing is
like it used to be, so come
Here, come here quick
Come here, come here quick
I'm so, so miserable and pathetic, too
That even Samuli Putro* would laugh at me
The beard is growing, I get fat and older
I turned 35 yesterday, like this
I will never turn 36
The dog looks at me
Will you lie there
forever, just be
She won't come anyway
Get up already boy
She left, new ones will come
There is plenty of fish in the sea
Take a fish trap or web or both
I'm so, so miserable and pathetic, too
That even Samuli Putro* would laugh at me
The beard is growing, I get fat and older
I turned 35 yesterday, like this
I will never turn 36