Bad old times on Spotify
Lyrics
I spread all the photographs on the floor
they look at me
and tell me that there’s something I should’ve done
differently
I finally see the looks on your face
they gradually went
from total joy to numbness of self-defense
and bitterness
Who took your head under?
Drained your oxygen?
He’s still in your brain
giving orders
and playing with your life
I cannot believe how much was imagined
and aggrandized
was I the only one to see colors
in grayscale life
I shred all the photographs into pieces
just to make sure
to never again get stuck in a memory
a dead moment
Who took your head under?
Drained your oxygen?
He’s still in your brain
giving orders
and playing with your life
