13 mars 2011

Kvällspepp



Hej vackra syster!

Nu är Hej syster på plats hemma igen. Lite mör efter en lång resa, men glad att jag känner att det är så skönt att få vara här. Jag hann komma ihåg hur det var att komma hem till honom när vi bodde ihop och jag hade varit borta. Jag fick aldrig det där glada varma välkomnandet jag hade längtat efter. Han ville inte ge mig känslan av att ha varit efterlängtad.


Och när jag var bortrest då kände jag alltid en diffus oro på grund av hans oberäknelighet.

Men i helgen fick jag vara så lugn och glad och utan oro och ikväll, som varje kväll numera kan jag slappna av fullt ut hela tiden. Jag kan låta väskan vara ouppackad. Jag kan vila inför arbetsdagen. Göra som jag vill.

Hur har du haft det i helgen då? Hoppas bra?
Nu är jag här igen.

Och nu peppar vi med en mycket klok låt.
Pink - Fucking perfect - youtube

Made a wrong turn, once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss 'No way, it's all good', it didn't slow me down
Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated
Look, I'm still around

Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than f*ckin' perfect
Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you're nothing
You're f*ckin' perfect to me!

You're so mean, when you talk about yourself, you were wrong
Change the voices in your head, make them like you instead
So complicated, look happy, you'll make it!
Filled with so much hatred... such a tired game
It's enough! I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same

Oh, pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than f*ckin' perfect
Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you're nothing
You're f*ckin' perfect to me


The whole world's scared so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in line, and we try try try, but we try too hard and it's a waste of my time
Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere
They dont like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Exchange ourselves, and we do it all the time
Why do we do that? Why do I do that?

Why do I do that..?

Yeah, oh, oh baby, pretty baby..!
Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than f*ckin' perfect
Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're f*cking perfect to me
You're perfect, you're perfect!
Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than f*ckin' perfect
Pretty please, if you ever feel like you're nothing
You are perfect to me....

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