Wearing the same shirt and having a vile mood i let the days go by
The moon and our world's misery have exchanged wedding rings
What are you planing to do its half past nine and i am puffing my smoke
And before i get washed i am biting Christ's cross (from my necklace)
And all i want to hear is your voice so i have stopped picking up my phone
Only you and i willl be fine, the ceiling has exploded two flames to the sky
I need you and instead i am wounding the new sanded floor with my foot
i am saving you music you can listen to through the years
What are you planning to do i am chasing a painkiller in my bedsheets
And before i take it i am measuring my pains as if being in a relationshi with a scorpion
And all i want is you..