pierrot

idag fick jag
ett såntdära mejl.
från karln.

ungefär exakt
såhär stod det:

leave me dreaming on the bed
see you right back here tomorrow
for the next round
keep this scene inside your head
as the bruises turn to yellow
the swelling goes down

and if you're ever around
in the city or the suburbs of this town
be sure to come around
i'll be wallowing in sorrow
wearing a frown
like pierrot the clown

saw you crashing round the bay
never seen you act so shallow
or look so brown
remember all the things you'd say
how your promises rang hollow
as you threw me to the ground

and if you're ever around
in the backstreets or the alleys of this town
be sure to come around
i'll be wallowing in pity
and wearing a frown
like pierrot the clown

when i dream i dream of your lips
when i dream i dream of your kiss
when i dream i dream of your fists
your fists... your fists

leave me bleeding on the bed
see you right back here tomorrow
for the next round
keep this scene inside your head
as the bruises turn to yellow
the swelling goes down

and if you're ever around
in the city or the suburbs of this town
be sure to come around
i'll be wallowing in sorrow
and wearing a frown
like pierrot the clown

och inget mer.

Förutom den där snirkliga
bokstaven.
och en punkt.

men det kanske räcker
ändå.
ja.
det gör det.
så jag
svarade:

november.