every now and then i kinda get over you, forget you, let my wounds heal and don't think of you at all. And everything starts to seem perfectly nice and i'm sorta happy and it even seems that i will be able to move on someday. But then all this "kinda happy and nice" -shit hits me and i start to recall how it all was between us and i open my wounds that i've wanted so hard to heal and then i just wallow in sorrow and pity myself for thinking everything was just fine again. Just can't help but wonder - why on earth do you have this iron hold on me.
What's killing me the most is that even the strangers on the streets were
telling you that i'm a keeper and you choose not to listen to them.
And now the strangers are telling you that she's a keeper and i'm scared that you will listen this time.
illan hiljaa viiletessä rakastan sua vielä,
valosta on aavistus ja lupaus aamunkoin,
en kaiken tämän keskellä kai muusta enää tiedä,
rakastan sua vielä, rakastan niin kauan kuin mä voin.
tiputtelen esineitä matkan varrelle
että löytäisin takaisin
mut joku tuntuu keräilevän ne ennen kuin palaan,
harhailen ja ostan tuhat tyhjää arpaa.