bsagt

People are fragile things, you should know by now Be careful what you put them through

"They see me smiling But I want to be sad Would you light me up Really set me on fire And be there when I'm burning out"

"The paramedic thinks I'm clever 'cause I play guitar I thinks she's clever 'cause she stops people dying Anaphylactic and super hypercondriactic Should've stayed in bed today I much prefer the mundane I take a hit from An asthma puffer I do it wrong Was never good at smoking bongs And I'm not that good in breathing in"

And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills ‘Til the landslide brought it down Oh, mirror in the sky What is love? Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changin’ ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life? [Robyn Sherwell - Landslide]

Und was nützt uns uns're Weisheit in 'ner ausgemachten Scheißzeit? Und was nützt uns die Erkenntnis, dass was Heimat war jetzt fremd ist? Wenn wir trotzdem niemals lernen, was es heißt sich zu entfernen ohne jemals ganz zu geh'n Wenn's das gäbe, wär das schön. Ich hab' den Verstand verloren. Blinde Augen, Taube Ohren, Stumme Lieder, Leere Bücher, Pfeifen, Flaschen, Taschentücher Und wir rennen um unser Leben Du davon und ich entgegen Ich würd' dich gern morgen seh'n Wenn's das gäbe wär das schön.

Where do I go?

Sonntagmorgen. What else is there to do?