i dont know what clothes to wear,
that is what makes me/it raw.
melting ideas 
solidifying thoughts

alone again.
alone again.
busy 
yet
so 
bored
again
and 
forever.

i dont know what clothes to wear,
that is what makes me/it raw.
melting ideas
solidifying thoughts

alone again.
alone again.
busy
yet
so
bored
again
and
forever.

If I could pick anyone to document my taste 
as if anyone was interested in reading and exploring it,
i would have picked you. 

if you were there at my birth and at my death
standing all along with a camera 
to make a film to debut, an article to break, an art piece to display.

basically - ignore my cluttered words just there 
im trying to say something meaningful .

If you’re entertainment relied on my actions ,
no matter how lazy i felt,
i would try my best to improve myself 
if just to make you enriched for seconds 
on your birthday.

sorry maja, that was crap
i mean carp.

If I could pick anyone to document my taste
as if anyone was interested in reading and exploring it,
i would have picked you.

if you were there at my birth and at my death
standing all along with a camera
to make a film to debut, an article to break, an art piece to display.

basically - ignore my cluttered words just there
im trying to say something meaningful .

If you’re entertainment relied on my actions ,
no matter how lazy i felt,
i would try my best to improve myself
if just to make you enriched for seconds
on your birthday.

sorry maja, that was crap
i mean carp.

I didnt exspect to see you here 
at the burger joint in my mind, the joint being an actual hinge between breads.
perhaps another time you can scream for me 
scream for me like winter screams for summer days 
so someone somewhere can actually enjoy the ideal of the future winter 
and not hating the present one.

I didnt exspect to see you here
at the burger joint in my mind, the joint being an actual hinge between breads.
perhaps another time you can scream for me
scream for me like winter screams for summer days
so someone somewhere can actually enjoy the ideal of the future winter
and not hating the present one.

have i lost my touch ?
havent you lost yours ?

oh wait a second 
stop ? ok just stop for a second,
or a minute. 

YOU NEVER HAD TOUCH 
its still yours to experience

have i lost my touch ?
havent you lost yours ?

oh wait a second
stop ? ok just stop for a second,
or a minute.

YOU NEVER HAD TOUCH
its still yours to experience

i have sharp pains at the back of my head 
and you are not here 
so fuck you 
u r a sharp pain in many places 
,
u put ice drops in my heart. 

u throw away my honest callouts 

and u treat my words with casualness
as if you will always hear them,
or have experienced not hearing them and do not care anymore.

i want it back
i want it back 
i want my life back 
i want it bk 
i want my words bk 
i want my mind bk 
i want my love bk 
my love bk 
my mind bk 
my everything bk.

I WANT TO BE ABLE TO TELL YOU WHAT MY EVERYTHING IS WITHOUT EMBARRASSMENT 

i wanna shout and scream 
and cry and kiss
and eat 

i want to be honest again 

but im afraid of your honesty.
now you dont care anymore.

i have sharp pains at the back of my head
and you are not here
so fuck you
u r a sharp pain in many places
,
u put ice drops in my heart.

u throw away my honest callouts

and u treat my words with casualness
as if you will always hear them,
or have experienced not hearing them and do not care anymore.

i want it back
i want it back
i want my life back
i want it bk
i want my words bk
i want my mind bk
i want my love bk
my love bk
my mind bk
my everything bk.

I WANT TO BE ABLE TO TELL YOU WHAT MY EVERYTHING IS WITHOUT EMBARRASSMENT

i wanna shout and scream
and cry and kiss
and eat

i want to be honest again

but im afraid of your honesty.
now you dont care anymore.

to write 
to write a pop song right 
u wanna f u c k 
wanfa 
wanfa be ok 
wanfa be ok with 
grow up 
fuck up - no 
wise up - no 
wise up - yes

WE ALL NEED DIFFERENT IMPROVEMENTS.

to write 

to write a pop song right 

u wanna f u c k 

wanfa 

wanfa be ok 

wanfa be ok with 

grow up 

fuck up - no 

wise up - no 

wise up - yes

WE ALL NEED DIFFERENT IMPROVEMENTS.

people pretend that they will be honest,
i guess to them it seems romantic,
but nothing fake is romantic 
its tedious 
boring 
and a waste of time. 
I scared someone away who i wasnt even trying to catch.
I wanted a body not a heart 

people pretend that they will be honest,

i guess to them it seems romantic,

but nothing fake is romantic 

its tedious 

boring 

and a waste of time. 

I scared someone away who i wasnt even trying to catch.

I wanted a body not a heart 

when i forget to love 
i forget how to eat 
dance 
talk 
and live 

when i forget to love 

i forget how to eat 

dance 

talk 

and live 

I was called ‘my selina’ 
a thousand times before 
and again
both by different sorts of people.
is it too late to say it to myself?

I was called ‘my selina’ 

a thousand times before 

and again

both by different sorts of people.

is it too late to say it to myself?

For you i was clay,
for me you were earth.
you slipped through my fingers,
whilst I was embedded in your print.
leaving my hands empty -  i roamed.
I am still in your hands,
in grooves. 
i wanted to play with you like clay
but you are earth.
nothing sticks together 

For you i was clay,

for me you were earth.

you slipped through my fingers,

whilst I was embedded in your print.

leaving my hands empty -  i roamed.

I am still in your hands,

in grooves. 

i wanted to play with you like clay

but you are earth.

nothing sticks together 

Imagine a sheet of fine fabric 
levitating over the space above my head,
no string attached to it,no stains visible.
IT CAME CRASHING. 
the silk snapped brittle
it made my face bleed 
stained beyond repair 
frayed at the sharp edges 
KNIVES FLOATING 
sliding down the air 
to plant and dig on to your face 
cuts in the shapes of flowers 
scars in the shape of bedsheets 
cancer in the shape of silk

Imagine a sheet of fine fabric 

levitating over the space above my head,

no string attached to it,no stains visible.

IT CAME CRASHING. 

the silk snapped brittle

it made my face bleed 

stained beyond repair 

frayed at the sharp edges 

KNIVES FLOATING 

sliding down the air 

to plant and dig on to your face 

cuts in the shapes of flowers 

scars in the shape of bedsheets 

cancer in the shape of silk

when you read about drinking blood,
you can taste blood.
it tastes salty like sweat,yet thick and hot,steaming like a hot chocolate in winter. 
soothing your throat. choking on salt, like you have swallowed the sea.
drowning in sticky sauce that has no specific flavour.
you know you are drinking blood - 
when you read about drinking blood. 

when you read about drinking blood,

you can taste blood.

it tastes salty like sweat,yet thick and hot,steaming like a hot chocolate in winter. 

soothing your throat. choking on salt, like you have swallowed the sea.

drowning in sticky sauce that has no specific flavour.

you know you are drinking blood - 

when you read about drinking blood. 

My spit is paint - 
KNOT.
how pretentious 
how money grabbing - KNOT . 
would any of you ever / even pay me ?
send me messages 
take my art 
share my art 
what art? you say?
myself,no,
myself,yes
not as complicated as it all seems 
you just want to see me 
the way i see you 

My spit is paint - 

KNOT.

how pretentious 

how money grabbing - KNOT . 

would any of you ever / even pay me ?

send me messages 

take my art 

share my art 

what art? you say?

myself,no,

myself,yes

not as complicated as it all seems 

you just want to see me 

the way i see you