Tired and on codeine
I wonder If you'll stay with me
After all I've done
And haven't done
I wish this wasn't real

Tired and on codeine
I'm forgetting what I feel
I'm a blur of smoke
And beer
I wish this wasn't real

Tired and on codeine
I'm talking nonsense, did you hear?
My bones have cracked,
My head is gone
I wish this wasn't me

Tired and on codeine
My lungs are filling up with guilt
One more time
And I won't breathe
I hope you'll never leave

I would sell the world for you

chronicles of summer

Отпустила я себя, совершила несколько глупостей, а теперь героически борюсь с последствиями. It would be boring otherwise.

Не получив нужного внимания, я, гордая как всегда, направляюсь в постель с убранными в пучок волосами. Чао.

Moscow.

The city of pain, the city of pleasure

You gave birth to me and here i’ll die,

Because you’re killing me by kissng me good bye.

I would say sorry, but i won’t

Your tender faces mixed with dirt

And sufferings of people.

Your animalistic fever,

Which kills the pleasure of the day,

The sunlight, freshly growing hey

But do I love you?

NO, I don’t, you never filled me with support

You never calmed me when I though

That the soles of my shoes

Will never touch the boat

That we’re all in.