Everyday I wake up and it's Sunday, whatever's in my head won't go away. My inside is outside, my right side's on the left side, I'm writing to reach you now but I might never reach you
Ser på när snön smälter bort och bläddrar i ordlistor för att språk och fina ord är något utav det bästa jag vet, blåser bort i kalla vindar, dränker ångest över ogjorda skoluppgifter och ickegodkäntvarningar i vaniljlatte på espressohouse och räknar ner dagar veckor månader till min absoluta favoritårstid. Snart vår, snart lättar molnen som du målat på himlen min, och du får ingen tår, ingenting.
It's good to know that you are doing well
It's good to know that you all know I'm hurting
It's good to know I'm feeling not so well
Maybe then tomorrow will be Monday
And whatever's in my head should go away
But still the radio keeps playing all the usual
And what's a wonderwall anyway?
My inside is outside
My right side's on the left side
I'm writing to reach you now but
I might never reach you
It's good to know that you all know I'm hurting
It's good to know I'm feeling not so well
Maybe then tomorrow will be Monday
And whatever's in my head should go away
But still the radio keeps playing all the usual
And what's a wonderwall anyway?
My inside is outside
My right side's on the left side
I'm writing to reach you now but
I might never reach you
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