camillalundberg

I violate my own rules again and again.
What kills me slowly!
In the darkness, out and in the light. Back and forth.
I do not want to be inside the  black and large.
Want to remain in one place.
Leave you and then never come back, not even thinking about you.
I lie to you, you lie to me.
So we have played with each other day in and day out.
Just waiting for the day when they would take over.
What it has done many times. Time and again,
But now, they might nevertheless Game over, or what they say.
It is nights, days I can miss, so they really screaming across me.
Give me up! Twenty-five hours a day.


Minns den tiden så väl, då du alltid mötte upp mig på nätterna oh vi gick hand i hand hem till dig, och föll
ner i den mjuka sängen. Då var det bara du och jag.
Trodde jag?
Det fanns en. En som bara fanns ett eller två kanske fler, sms bort. Men jag kunde inte se allt.
Jag vet inte om jag hade velat de heller.
Veckorna i sthlm va långa och mörka. Jag bara ville hem, hem till dig.
Men i dina ögon var det annorlunda.
Du ryckte på axlarna och bara tittade på mig. Såg mig sakna, sakna sakna. Hemlängtan stod stämplat i pannan på mig.
och du bara tittade på. Lät mig falla i dina armar.
Nu finns dom armarna inte längre där.. Jag faller inte längre ner i något mjukt.
Utan något hårt, som inte tar emot mig.
Om och om igen. Det skadar mig, om och om igen.


JAG SAKNAR DIG, förlåt.

Borta.


am walking out in the rain
and I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again,
and I am getting nowhere with you,
and I can't let it go,
and I can't get through.

And the old woman behind pink curtains
and closed door on the first floor.
She's listening through the airshaft
to see how long our swan song can last.
And both hands,
now use both hands.
Oh no don't close your eyes.
I am writing graffiti on your body.
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried,
how hard we tried.

I am watching your chest rise and fall
like the tides of my life and the rest of it all,
and your bones have been my bedframe,
and your flesh has been my pillow.
I've been waiting for sleep,
to offer up the deep with both hands.
Oh ah, both hands.

But in each other's shadow we grew less and less tall
and eventually our theories couldn't explain it all.
I'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall
and when we leave the landlord will come
and paint over it all.

I'm walking out in the rain
and I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again,
and I am getting nowhere with you,
and I can't let it go,
and I can't get through.
Both hands, now use both hands.
Ooh, close your eyes.
I am writing graffiti on your body.
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried,
how hard we tried, how hard we tried.