Normaal gesproken zou ik dit gewoon in proza schrijven, maar ik had meer zin in muziek

You said

A few days ago
I saw sentence
Something exploded inside
They have told me so
I did nothing
Nothing to hide
Old doubts
Never did anything
To get away from it
As I did from you
But tell me
What did you do in my favourite book
When something’s coming
That you took away

You said
You said a lot of things
I think I don't remember
The right way
You’re such a young old man

So since a few days ago
Since I saw that sentence
Memories came up
About the muscles you didn’t show
Neither your brains
At the right way
How you could shock me
With saying
I love you
What did you do with my favourite thoughts
That told me something was wrong
I can never take away this scar

You made
You made troubles
About making love
Well we never did
Or did you think we could have sex with fingers

O, now it makes me smile
Whatever made me cry
When I holed a bag of feathers in my stronger arms

You said
You said a lot of things
I think I don't remember
The right way
You’re such a young old man
Loser, loser, lost