12.6.09

My coffee's cold , my paper's old . My heart is sold to melancholia . My clothes are torn , my shoes are worn . My heart is born to melancholia . The sheets are grey , left since the day he went away . I've lost all power . The dust is thick , the dog is sick , the kids have picked most of the flowers . The sun is shining but not for me .

GIRLFRIEND IN A COMA

i watch you in your sleep even when you're not there