32 Crowns

Sitting alone with my bittersweet friends
Thinking 'about life and listening to Bends
I Came to conclusion, that i'm useless
but still think, that i'm quite wreckless

My life is wasted, but bottomless
ruined, logical, but profitless

I would like to return to basics
I would like to be abnormal, but real
erase myself from the paylist
and stamp my past with a great big seal

One would think,that love would be enough
but i am in love, but in a way that is rather tough

I don't care anymore about were my future throws me,
because i guess there's no-one who'll refer to me,
no-one who'll remember me,
and no-one who'll regret loosing me.

Thirty-two crowns lying in front of me,
"Make love, or get excited" they're telling me
on a dusty table full of filthy disease
with a rather amusing or stunning ease.

I laugh and i don't believe
I doubt their words
and seek relief
I tell them they are too optimistic and live in different worlds

Anyway, where's the point of the debate
when my heart is broken and waking up too late?
There's nothing new I can create
and no new key to open up the gate

So I don't regret myself anymore
I just laugh at myself,
and automatically scratch my hurting soar.