Dinner at Tiffany's
I’m hungry and I want to get some dinner after I laid in my bed for hours,
i cried and cursed the whole day through
because I couldn’t stop thinking about you.
This won’t even be poetry so fuck the rhymes,
I can’t even write -
I’m so stupid.
No actually, people keep telling me that i'm intelligent,
but obviously not clever enough to do something right.
I know I’m stupid because I thought it would be different this time.
And nothing is more stupid than running in circles forever.
We talk for hours,
or maybe you just repeat worn-out phrases, while I picture my world around you,
how I would fit in it, how I could change myself and everything around me,
to wrap my life around your body like a warming blanket.
They say, we have nothing in common
and all I can think about is this song,
and too often I feel like Holly, lost and lonely, trying to escape my past life.
and all i have is this strange, orange cat, and a head full of dreams and hopes.
and all i have is this strange, orange cat, and a head full of dreams and hopes.
Things that i think i deserve and need to be happy,
things that you won't provide for me.
i want to have breakfast at tiffany’s, but you just don’t care.
things that you won't provide for me.
i want to have breakfast at tiffany’s, but you just don’t care.
i have had the blues, but now i'm with the mean reds and that's even worse.
Sorry my soul is just a deep blue something, like my eyes,
i know they are not pretty enough,
sorry my brain cells are just full of useless stuff and unbalanced chemicals,
sorry i don't speak your language and sorry for using mine now.
I thought I was one of those people who knew you
and I felt like you wanted to get to know me,too,
but after all these months it always feels like it's almost over and i just can't deal with this instability.
I was dropping hints like bricks, but all they did was silently land on my foot and hurt me.
I don't want to go to university by day and into stranger's bedrooms by night,
but i feel so hollow on the inside
and knowledge on it's own just isn't enough to keep me warm at night.
but i feel so hollow on the inside
and knowledge on it's own just isn't enough to keep me warm at night.
I’ll do the same thing over and over again,
because I go lightly
and it seems like I enjoy the pain
as long as it means that I could stay by your side,
even though you never look at me like Paul looked at Holly.
I’ll wait for you, until you finish your homework,
or come back from work,
until you lived your life and are old and settled down
and there's finally a small place for me
or come back from work,
until you lived your life and are old and settled down
and there's finally a small place for me
and I’ll wait for you, until we both turn to dust …
…and the vacuum cleaner get us -
because fuck cheesy metaphors, I don’t want to wait forever,
not even a small eternity, because i want to live right now,
and not in 10 years.
not even a small eternity, because i want to live right now,
and not in 10 years.
I knew life wasn’t a romantic comedy, but at least I tried
and you’re just a dream maker, a heart breaker,
I thought we were after the same rainbow’s end, but once again I’ll eat my dinner alone.
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