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Dum Til Å Være Smart (feat. Martin Massiv)

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I walked the long way home.
Every lamp leaned inward,
wanting to see the same thing.
My shadow stayed behind for a cigarette.

Windows glowed like slow blinks.
Somewhere, a bus sighed out its passengers.
Someone laughed.
I missed the timing to join in.

Every corner felt rehearsed.
Even my footsteps seemed borrowed.

There are two streets to every place
the one you walk,
and the one that remembers you leaving.
I take the quieter one.

A stray cat followed halfway.
We didn’t speak of it.
The pavement carried on
with its small, relentless music.

I thought about turning back.
Then I thought about thought.
Then I kept going.

There are two streets to every place.
One to go,
one to forgive.

At the corner I forgot
which life I was walking toward.
I kept going,
because what else is there to do with night?

The Quiet World

I rent dreams now.
Cheap ones.
They end before the good parts.
Still worth it.

You sleep shallow.
Wake rented.
Bodies on loan,
hearts not returned.

Someone else dreams me sometimes.
I feel it
like a skipped word.
We both stop.

You sleep shallow.
Wake rented.
Names overlap,
nobody minds.

Tomorrow’s queue opens.
I book silence.

Cheap Dreams

I left the door open too long.
Light crawled in,
touched everything I couldn’t name.
Dust circled like old prayers,
too quiet to believe in.

Streets crack below,
each car another beat borrowed from your world.
I think of you in the reflection
not your face,
just how still the glass was after you left.

If I’m still somewhere,
it’s between stars,
in the pause between a sound and its proof.
A small, patient sound
forgetting who made it.

I walk until the sky erases the idea of destination.
Billboards speak in light I can’t translate.
The moon flickers,
as if buffering another planet’s thought.

I used to write lists of things to fix
now I just listen to silence,
wait for it to rhyme.

If I’m still somewhere,
it’s not for long.
Every error grows tired of spelling.
Every goodbye becomes a friend.

Night folds around me,
neither kind nor cruel.
Just enormous enough
to call it peace.

Still Somewhere

This isn't a love song
I'm not waiting by your window
The tea went cold an hour ago
You're not coming, that's alright

This isn't a memoir
I don't keep your letters
I don't count the ways you said nothing
I don't care if you meant it

This isn't goodbye
Just a now without a tomorrow
Just a sky without a forecast
Just a name

I'm not saying
Saying soon

This isn't a love song
I'm not waiting by your window
The tea went cold an hour ago
You're not coming, that's alright

This isn't a memoir
I don't keep your letters
I don't count the ways you said nothing
I don't care if you meant it

This isn't goodbye
Just a now without a tomorrow
Just a sky without a forecast
Just a name

I'm not saying
Saying soon

(Not) a Love Song

Don't look back
Don't look back
Don't look back
Don't look back


Skin tastes of thunder
Mouth full of tar
He said the sea forgives love
I test it nightly
Salt on the cheek
When we sleep, we dissolve
With the air, can't take
All I wanted was sound
And the world gave me pressure


The pure breaks like glass and dreamlike footsteps melt to smoke
I'm a soul with no middle
I breathe it in like guilt
If I'm smaller than forgive
Let me drown politely
If I'm bigger than grieve
Then let me in softly
We dissolve with the air, can't reach
Only sound, only part
Only you

What a storm
I still am

Don't Look Back

Unsent Bottled Messages

17 GUUD (Variations Part I)

Ghostil death

The sound of sounds being audible.
Never done.

No headset, so sorry.

Fight 4 ur right 2 fight.
Alles über alles.
Make war, not war.

Ghostil death

TIN WIRD

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