SWEATBEAD

I try to stop the train to get used to pain to get used to take the shit they’re talking
And I can’t explain whatever happened I try to write it down on paper
And I don’t know why you called me over you said you tried to make me bitter but I don’t think yu would do a thing like…
That’s not your way of getting sober tell me more about your career I’ll give you compliments not telling how I lie

And suppose I don’t have feeling for you what good does that do anyway it’s sad to say
And ignore that I’m not looking at you and don’t care what our friends say why do they bother anyway

And if you should be my saviour Would you take care of my wounds would you hold me and secure me in your womb

I’m the smallest lake Fits in every city afraid the sun will dry me out
And I see lovers loving and all the animals are drinking from my hand Help’s the sun to kill me

And though I don’t have much to give you I try to offer you whatever good I do
And what if I can’t live without you I’m not that good looking and bright But you know I’d treat you right

The city smiles with all it’s lights Shadows what I’ve accomplished

(Kristofer Åström)