Ligger i hängmattan i Floda och lyssnar på gamla favoritbandet i hopp om att få annan färg på benen än de blå fläckarna de senaste helgernas bravader gett mig. Feelin' freakin' handsome. Livet är iallafall fint somfan och jag längtar efter att få börja på mina två nya jobb! Yaaay!

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Can't make you shake the way that I do.
Can't make you love,
The way that you're supposed to,
And when you come crawling back,
You'll see we can't change the past.
For the first time
I see you for who you really are.

If you had a sex life, a sex life
Would you even worry about mine?
When your bed is empty 
If you had a sex life, a sex life
Would you even worry about mine?
When your bed is empty 
You're a waste of time!

This love was made to hate what you are.
You sold yourself and can't come back, you're too far.
And when you turn you around,
You see yourself on the ground.
And for the first time
No one cares just who you really are.