Scalpel peel that pout off your face. Inhale funny fumes and back to rat race. There's no sorrow, only happy thoughts. Obscure your vision, let the cynical rot.
Waking up after the stars fall down. And all I've got are just memories now. The streets and me feel like a concrete dream. Last goodbye but don't want to be.
Du bist hier aufgewachsen, kennst die Strassen schon zu lang.. Jegliche Erinnerung klebt auf dem Asphalt.. Du bestimmst den Tag, für dich herrscht hier kein Zwang..
When you're hanging with a friend you don't see very much. You know the kind. You see them once every year for coffee or brunch. And you struggle really hard to think of things to talk abo-out.