Mom is at home, she makes me eat, i'm fine.
I rarely see Dad, he lives outside of town.
Soon by the end of summer I'll be gone.
I'll be gone.

Stayin' in bed all day !

Gone / Bed

Speaking english all day
I hope I'll get better this way
'Cause you can't understand
What I have to say

Flat on the 14th floor
I can't hear you no more
So come and take the lift
So we can gather again

Missing my home sweet home
I'm just sitting there alone
Maybe I'm just getting too old
To party like I did

Mom used to tell me Jules
Sometimes life gives you the blues
But you've got to stand up anyway
It's gonna be okay

14th Floor

I don't care for money and easy girls
I'm better on my own, until she returns

I don't care for nightclubs and brand new cars
I'm better just lying, watching the stars

I don't care for muscles and football teams
I'm better in my bed, lost in my dreams

I don't care for TVs and commercials
I'm better listening to a good ol' song

I Don't Care

I've never felt that much alone
Walking the pavements of Hanoi
5 days to see the world outside
Drowning in carbon dioxide

Some people are (way too polite)
Wallet on legs (is in their sight)
I'm just a kid (trying to learn)
Secrets to leave (his comfort zone)

Comfort Zone

Rollercoaster

Here they come, the lazy ones
They won't bite, they won't fight
They spend the day cloaked in their sheets
Watching their life slowly retreat.

Where they come from, the lazy ones
Are handcuffed dear, have no fear
Listen my boy, and carry on
They might be near with thoughts unclear

They wanna go, flee in the night
Let's just assume they dont feel right
Why should we enbrighten the light
Of long dead man with no insight.

Lazy Ones

Breaking thunderstorm
Surrounds you and I now
It slipped inside a song
Until people go mad

Running at the door
Only you and I now
A shiver down your spine
Now you lay on the ground

November 13th, 2015

A Dry Martini, Please

End of college,
It's the end of college,
No more time for knowledge,
Now just say good bye 'cause it's time to go.

End of college,
It's the end of college,
No more silly classes,
And I still don't know what I want to do.

All these years spent scratching the tables,
Waiting for the weekend to come,
Now that I finally dropped the pencil,
I wish that I could go on and on.

Corde

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