Gibt es so etwas wie bad timing?
Ich frage mich ob meine Zeit um ist.
Oder ob sie womöglich noch vor mir liegt.
Ob da noch etwas kommt,
worauf es sich gelohnt hat zu warten.
Aber zur Zeit bin ich hier einfach falsch.

Give me a cigarette, today I am in that mood;
To drink whisky on ice and smoke all night.

Don't dare to say I love you
When you don't know the meaning

I don't want to be the girl you want to fuck. I want to be that girl you daydream of. I don't want you to love my body. I want to hear you say. I love your soul. I don't want you to leave when I don't sleep with you in the night. I want you to be overjoyed when we just hold hands while walking through the streets.
// I want to be the girl you fell in love with.

hanging around in our favorite bar.
drinking running shots. one by one.
just to forget you for a moment.

when they ask me what I am looking for,
I always answered:
'old fashioned love'.
knowing we live in a company where even love lost its definition.
they only crave for flesh and bone.
nobody asks for the soul.

//please touch my soul.

It's Friday night. 4 am.
I'm drunk and walking home alone
While I'm thinking 'bout you.
In the middle. Of the night.
I watch them talk and
how they fall in love with me
But it's you I'm thinking 'bout
in the middle of the night
I smile and laugh
how they wanted to impress me
At the party where I was
But it's you I'm Thinking 'bout
in the middle of the night
Baby it will always be you
I'm Thinking' bout in the middle of the night
// when I went home.

did you fight?
thats what count in the end.

it's on you.
your attitude towards something.
how you see things.