that one who got away.

probably got away for a reason.

'Cause in between the ex and the new

the wrong, the french, the smart and the boo

there's that one that makes you smile

just by running cross your mind.

single.

 

2 hours of sleep
 

pillow mark left on my cheek


sunglasses no advil
 

though last night was mad real
 

train full of people
 

I'm hiding behind shades
 

Thinking of a coffee
 

that will maybe get me straight
 

went out though I didn't  one two
 

socialized till three or four
 

idealized my boredom till five
 

then realized that practically I've
 

been dancing at the wrong party
 

besides not talking to the right
 

and now I'm fucked
 

because that took me all night.

I'm still in love with you babe, I'm still in love with you baaabe....

So they made the shoes and they are working on the laces

Soon they'll also find a road to pasttimes places

And I swear to god or whoever might listen

that the moment they find out how to go back in time

I will come for you and make you mine. 

one of these days.

I am sorry to interrupt

but today i just feel pretty fucked up

nothing is right though nothing goes wrong

feeling weak though looking strong

turning thoughts over, again and again

stop at the beginning , start at the end

can't comprehend, just can't seem to find

the thing that keeps messing with my mind

I even went to church, thought I'll give it a try

and God might light me up, if I just swing by...

I kinda knew it doesn't work that way, it can't

it's just that his fanclub I can't stand

and usually I trust in his spirit within and never worry

but anyway thats another story

I also tried to write it down, looked at it from every angle

but even that didn't help me to untangle

the thoughts that cause this melancholy

somewhere deep inside of me

well I think I just should go and see

the people who make me

the two or three

if that doesnt help to get me straight

I might as well go out and get layed

but whatever.... I already feel better, now that that's off my chest

at the end of the day the reason might not even matter

sometimes ....

Posted in

lullaby.

This song on repeat.

Inhaling melody.

Exhaling beat.

Until I slowly fall asleep.

 

Close your eyes.

Posted in

Cannesas city shuffle.

The sea, sunlight and beats.

Songwriting, olives and cheese.
Salt on my skin. Sand on my feet.
Swimming at night thinking life is sweet.

 

 

Team Lary Songwriting Session, Cannes '11

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