IRC-Galleria

The sink is filled with water
Splashing down to my feet.
Water tastes like petrol.
God, theyÂ’d love this scene.

I am a suicide without a cause
A death without the press
A virus without a meaning
A love without the lovers.

They told me,
lifeÂ’s rough
But they forgot to mention,
the sun always takes its own.
They ask me,
whyÂ’d you do something like this?
But fuck,
since when IÂ’ve had the answers?

This is the moment that you know
That you told her that you loved her but you don't
You touch her skin and then you think
That she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me
I spent two weeks in Silverlake
The Califonia sun cascading down my face
There was a girl with light brown streaks
And she was beautiful, but she didn't mean a thing to me
I wanted to believe in all the words I was speaking
as we moved together in the dark
Ad all the friends that I was telling, all the playful misspellings
and every bite I made that left a mark
As tiny vessels oozed into your neck and formed the bruises
that you said you didn't want to fade
But they did and so did I that day
All I see are dark gray clouds
In the distance moving closer with every hour
So when you'd ask, Is something wrong?
I'd think, You're damn right there is, but we can't talk about it now
No, we can't talk about it now
So one last touch and then you'll go
And we'll pretend that it meant somethin so much more
But it was vile and it was cheap
And you are beautiful, but you don't mean a thing to me

- DCFC

Voi kulta pieni, mä en tiedä kuinka mä voisin kiittää sua tarpeeks. Ily.

Helmi, senkin vampyyri, perkele!

"A Lack Of Color"

And when I see you
I really see you upside down
But my brain knows better
It picks you up and turns you around
Turns you around, turns you around

If you feel discouraged
That there's a lack of color here
Please don't worry lover
It's really bursting at the seams
For absorbing everything
The spectrum's a to z

This is fact not fiction
For the first time in years
all the girls in every girlie magazine
Can't make me feel any less alone
I'm reaching for the phone

To call at 7:03 and on your machine I slur a plea for you to come home
But I know it's too late
I should have given you a reason to stay
Given you a reason to stay

This is fact not fiction
For the first time in years

- Death Cab For Cutie

"He pinches cigarettes between two fingers and smokes them like heÂ’s drowning and theyÂ’re the air. You hold yours loosely, mostly watching the smoke drift from the burning tip, taking the occasional drag. You think of lung cancer and yellow teeth and suck harder."