learning my own lessons.

I fucked up.

I know. 

My head was in the clouds

when I should have had your back.

looking out at my own galaxy

while you were looking out for. me. 

Now you are softly crying 

while I am  trying

to save the words that are dying  

on my lips.

I told somebody some time ago

that words can't  fix

what action fails to show.

I fucked up. 

I know.

bring it on love

It's so odd how feelings and people just turn into memories. If it wasn't for this album, I guess I could never
imagine how deeply I've loved. Chris Pointdexter wrote " if only we could feel what we remeber and not just
remember what we felt", but fuck it all cause listening to the words that I wrote at the time, does something similar
for me. It makes me surprisingly and weirdly joyous. Like...I literally crack up, cause it feels so good to know
that it was real. There is no such thing as real love and I would do it all again. I probably will. 

King of the castle

Patrone and words unspoken

mingling in the tone of his voice

his eyes just a shade too bright

for what they promise

He makes you want that fuck

he doesn't give.

His walk opens doors

wherever he goes

he's the king of the castle

everybody knows.

 

But maybe thats just how I perceive.

And maybe thats why he never leaves. 

The Offlife: one day.

went to sleep like a little girl

woke up

like a grown woman

no headache

weird.

a brandnew toothbrush

and a quick shower

throwing on last nights clothes

lost half of my shit

but still have my mind

the rain washes away yesterday

before I start to remember it

coffee.

pretty black.

and I'm pretty back

reality check.

feet on the ground

pink ballons in the sky

make a wish

the warmest hearts

just another day in paradise

not ready to go back to the unreal world

going anyway

burgers,hip hop,shoes

same same but french

that feminine touch

like 8 hour parfume

scent of his spirit mixed with that five o clock shadow

I've always been a sucker for those

but I am not even trying

anything today

or anyone

take me home.

too many worlds for one day

zoning

life is. 

FINDEND.

500 MAL DAS SELBE LIED HÖREN 

NACKT UND VERLOREN

ROTE LIPPEN UND ROTER WEIN

FRAGIL UND FREI.

JETZT.

DIE DINGE BEGINNEN LASSEN 

NICHT SUCHEND

FINDEND.

The Offlife : Düsseldorf halt.

60 min lang gehört ihr mir

Alle sind hier

WIR.

Seit immer.

Wegen jetzt.

Mit euch eskalieren 

Mit ihm telefonieren 

Mein Leben atmet ein

60 minuten lang gehöre ich ihm.

Ich mag wie du meinen Kopf verdrehst.

Alles ist schön schief

Welcome to Wonderland .

Mein Leben atmet aus.

Bewusstseinsamoklauf

Du musst raus aus DEINEM System

Goldwasser auf Eis 

Kokette Kippen 

for the smitten kitten

Sind das zwei Kippenschachteln in deiner Jeans oder freust du dich mich zu sehen ?

Wolken jagen.

Aufwachen.

Totlachen.

Das fremde Mädchen in meinem Bett

Wirkt eigentlich ganz nett

Aber Flugzeuge warten selten

Knocking on heavens door im radio

Sonnenleben.

Airberlinifornication.

Für sie noch was zum naschen? 

Ich kann nicht aufhören zu lachen.

Alles läuft. Die Maschine rollt.

Schweigen ist Silber 

Zeigen ist Gold .

ich gruesse alle die ich kenne