Slots filled up with emptiness

Where closeness should’ve been

 

Eg vil skape ro i deg

 

Last time we met

I stopped by

Crying

As my world fell to pieces

 

And when it comes to mutual feelings:

I know (that) they don’t really give a fuck

Except for you

My weak spot

 

«Goodbye,» I said

And no one answered

No one replied

 

You never needed it

You always had one

A star to shine on you

 

Don’t let the fish kill you

Handlekurv