I just want you to live up to the image of you i create

Jag sitter och grinar lite. Jag är ju en mycket sentimental person och jag gråter lite då och då, och det behöver inte betyda särskilt mycket. Som nu tex. Jag lyssnar på en asgammal skiva, som var min bästa bästa väldigt länge. Det är en as-pinig skiva. Eller, inte så att jag inte kan stå för att jag gillar den, men hade jag hört den nu och inte hade så mycket känslomässigt bagage förknippat till den så skulle jag tycka att den var SÅ KASS. Nu älskar jag den. Varje spår på den. Fortfarande. Det är lesbisk rock, mina damer och herrar. Det är Ani diFranco. Och det är underbart. Skivan heter "Dilate", och det heter låten med.



life used to be life-like
now it's more like showbiz
i wake up in the night
and i don't know where the bathroom is
and i don't know what town i'm in
or what sky i am under
and i wake up in the darkness and i
don't have the will anymore to wonder
everyone has a skeleton
and a closet to keep it in
and your mine
every song has a you
a you that the singer sings to
and you're it this time
baby, you're it this time

when i need to wipe my face
i use the back of my hand
and i like to take up space
just because i can
and i use my dress
to wipe up my drink
i care less and less
what people think
and you are so lame
you always dissapoint me
it's kind of like our running joke
but it's really not funny
and i just want you to live up to
the image of you i create
i see you and i'm so unsatisfied
i see you and i dilate

so i'll walk the plank
and i'll jump with a smile
if i'm gonna go down
i'm gonna do it with style
and you won't see me surrender
you won't hear me confess
'cuz you've left me with nothing
but i've worked with less
and i learn every room long enough
to make it to the door
and then i hear it click shut behind me
and every key works differently
i forget everytime
and forgetting defines me
that's what defines me

when i say you sucked my brain out
the english translation
is i am in love with you
and it is no fun
but i don't use words like love
'cuz works like that don't matter
but don't look so offended
you know, you should be flattered
and i wake up in the night
in some big hotel bed
and my hands grope for the light
and my hands grope for my head
the world is my oyster
the road is my home
and i know that i'm better
off alone