Friðbjörn
New member
this one's not finished so i'll just post the first part. more later, here goes the first part:
walking home on a Friday afternoon
still I haven’t heard from you since last june
I feel like a person from a love film or a lame cartoon
I cross the street and dodge a bullet
my thigh aches I think I pulled it
the shooter is young dum and full of ***
now my thigh is numb that ****** is dumb
he should know not to mess with me
“oh, reverend, blessed be”
the reverend follows and my pride must be swallowed
suddenly I’m alone and hollow
“where did reverend go?”
a dark incident and it’s immenent
I go home where I’m all alone
nobody’s home and I’m on my own
suddenly it comes to me
regarding what I’ve come to be
all my hopes and expectations have been shattered
but in the end it doesn’t even matter
walking home on a Friday afternoon
still I haven’t heard from you since last june
I feel like a person from a love film or a lame cartoon
I cross the street and dodge a bullet
my thigh aches I think I pulled it
the shooter is young dum and full of ***
now my thigh is numb that ****** is dumb
he should know not to mess with me
“oh, reverend, blessed be”
the reverend follows and my pride must be swallowed
suddenly I’m alone and hollow
“where did reverend go?”
a dark incident and it’s immenent
I go home where I’m all alone
nobody’s home and I’m on my own
suddenly it comes to me
regarding what I’ve come to be
all my hopes and expectations have been shattered
but in the end it doesn’t even matter
