Baksmälla [English translation]

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I awake at 5 o'clock

saw the sun set again

and i have no memories of yesterday

or how I got home

(hey)

I have fucked up again

I have no control

but, its okay to go astray and clear the clouds from the mind

ey, okay is is always the same old story when I go out

flying high but landing so bad

going under in happiness floating on clouds

have to laugh forever have to get away from here

because I wake with dread, wake with pain

mixed emotions, lead in my heart

something have to have gone wrong, went nuts

called some people and said we'll never meet again

why, why did I say so?

the memories returns, but the fragments are small

I feel blue, I slip down under the cover

Godammit what I driveled on, Godammit what I leaked

all the feelings that i had been carrying around

said what I thought but its foul anyway

because now it came out with a bottle in hand

Fucking up is my middle name

(hey)

I have fucked up again

I have no control

but, its okay to go astray and clear the clouds from the mind

They called from the record company

they where wondering where I was today

I had an interview at 2 o'clock

and a deadline of some kind

Okay, listen, it is always the same

the same old story when I go out

try to play it tough but am far from hardy

I don't give a shit about what and I don't give a shit about demands

Now it's you and me an you make my day

because tonight we are kings like aysan said

doesn't matter because I am nice today

only bonding with the people around me

the gaze is honest, I offer love

from one to the next, spin around again

and I don't care about anything because tomorrow is new day

it's 5 o'clock and I refuse to go home now

you know what, let fuck it all up again now

(hey, come on)

I have fucked up again

I have no control

but, its okay to go astray and clear the clouds from the mind

Fucked up again, fucked up again, fucked up again

Fucked up again, fucked up again, fucked up again

should know better, should calm myself down, should take a cab home

should drink some water, should go to bed, but maybe just not, yet

Okay, it is alway the same, the same old story when I go out

it goes astray so the whole place becomes a madhouse

going nuts on my Twitter and making somebody bitter

fucked it up, its hard being sober

(hey)

I have fucked up again

I have no control

but, its okay to go astray and clear the clouds from the mind

Fucked up again, fucked up again, fucked up again

Fucked up again, fucked up again, fucked up again

• Artist:September