من سردم است
و گویی هرگز گرم نخواهم شد .
نگو پتو بکش روت
که سه تا کشیدم فایده نداره .
Sunday, January 29
Day after day, love turns gray
Like the skin on a dying man.
Like the skin on a dying man.
Night after night, we pretend it's all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.
Run to the bedroom,
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favorite ax.
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favorite ax.
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase,
One of my bad days.
This is just a passing phase,
One of my bad days.
Friday, January 27
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