Shaking

I want to take you away;
to peel back the layers of sweat.
Erase the sting of heroine; drain the poison.
And if my blood was ink I’d never stop writing.
I’d flood your bloodstream;
with the promise of a second chance.

de spåren skakar
och vi glömmer bort varför vi slåss
The tracks shake
and we forget why we fight.

Because every day I see glimpses of the person;
I’ve never wanted to be.
And I spend way too long learning other languages;
so I can say the things I need.
I board trains and miss my stop on purpose-
extending the distance between us.
And the glimpses from our past;
shake in the windows reflection-
threaten to shatter my instant.
When I hear a women talk about
her daughter’s drug addiction-
and we both search for our cures in the distance.

de spåren skakar
och vi glömmer bort varför vi slåss
The tracks shake
and we forget why we fight.

Knowing it’s only a matter of time;
before history repeats itself.
And jumping will only solves my pain-
I keep waking up and thinking
about you lying in a cold white bed.
Shivering between the bed sheets-
with a beer bottle just out of reach.
Wondering how time never caught up.
Trapped between the fragility of our skin;
the scars like road signs.