I guess this is love
Söndagen har blivit måndag. Måndag innebär tatuering.
Söndagen var en perfekt söndag: låg i sängen hela dagen och åt ostkrokar som blivit över sedan gårdagens filmkväll. Jossan kom förbi, Johanna kom hem, vi åt på stan, gick hem, gjorde fruktsallad.
Jag älskar den här helgen.
(Jag saknar Dig. på ett väldigt bra sätt.)
They told me when I was little,
I'd go to heaven if I was good.
Now I'm a long way from little,
'Cause I tried to find heaven,
'Cause I thought that I could.
I thought that I could.
And I thought I loved Harold,
And I really loved John,
I really loved Alphy
I almost loved Tom.
I loved them so easy,
And I loved them so free.
Now I don't think that heaven
Will wanna love me.
Hallo, song of the willow,
The dreams under my pillow,
Turned to tears that I cried.
Beauty and love are our riddle,
Never to answer, but always to try.
And, boy, did I try.
And I tried with Harold,
And I tried with John.
I tried with Alphy,
And almost with Tom.
I left myself open,
For the whole world to see.
Now I don't think that heaven
Will wanna love me.
So I said goodbye to Harold,
And goodbye to John.
Goodbye to Alphy,
And goodbye to Tom.
I loved them so easy,
And I loved them so free.
Now I don't think that heaven
Will wanna love me.
Oh say, can you see?
By the dawn's early light
No light will shine me