i only knew you for a summer and still, it is so hard to navigate this huge ass fucking city
und dann ist da noch die sehnsucht
i only dream about you
most of the time, i just want to be held.
is it better to speak or to die?
jaded, faded, almost gone
is it better to speak and be killed or die?
you make me feel so good and kind of sad and i wonder if anyone can tell? how obvious are my feelings?
you're the bee's knees, man
guilty conscience
i hope i'm not my only friend
how do i survive next week
fuck that get money
aber wenn du es kannst kann ich es schon lange
we're friends but you're doing the thing i want to be doing instead and you don't want me to
and that's when i just want to be with people that have always been by my side since i was a little child
and sometimes i wish you would notice even if that is unfair