Dicker Schädel

Muss schlafen. War heute 90 km an der frischen Luft wie Muttern sagt. Ich glaube ich gebe sie zur Adoption frei. Kommentiert sie letzten Samstag die 74 km mit „So wenig? Naja Hauptsache du war an der frischen Luft.“. Und heute sagt fragt sie was das für ein Käfer ist und meinst, dass er ihr nicht gefällt. Argh.

Hatte Session mit dem rostigen Dickkopp. Ich find den süß. Flauschig, kompakt, knuffig mit Knopfaugen. Wie kann man den nicht schön finden.

Den faulen Blauen mag sie mehr.

Ab ins Bett. Morgen wieder um 5 aufstehen. Mua. Dabei bin ich so tot. Inklusive dicken Schädel. Von frischer Luft, denken und so weiter. Wochenenden sind so anstrengend.

In dem Sinne, Nacht!

Well, they said; you were a bright child
Never anything but joy behind your eyes
No sign of all the dark clouds
Spreading like volcanic dust over your blue skies

Now they’re looking for an answer
Where’d the rot set in and set off the landslide?
But it only makes it worse now
You’re like a puzzle to be worked out

And it’s the voices in your head now
Saying; there’s something wrong about
The way I feel
A broken link, a missing part, a punctured wheel

And it’s not what you expected
The way the world you built loves to cut you down
The way your head gets twisted
And you sit up all night trying to figure it out

And they say; you’ve made your bed now
Don’t you see you’ve brought it on yourself?
And they say that you should move on
But you can’t even get your shoes on

And it’s the voices in your head now
Saying; there’s something wrong about
The way I feel
A broken link, a missing part, a punctured wheel

It doesn’t matter what you say now
It’s like some vision in the stars
That seems so real
The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel
The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel

And everyone else
Has got things sorted out
You stand on the edge
Talking to yourself
Yeah, you’re left behind
All tangled up inside

And it’s not what you expected
The way your head gets twisted
And it’s the voices in your head now
(And it’s the voices in your head now)

And it’s the voices in your head now
Saying; there’s something wrong about
The way I feel
A broken link, a missing part, a punctured wheel

It doesn’t matter what you say now
It’s like some vision in the stars
That seems so real
The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel
The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel

The way I feel
It’s like some vision in the stars
That seems so real
The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel
The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel
The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel
The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel