PoP 3

We are born-to-late bohemians
feeding on irrelevance
getting high on sweet romance
let us never stop this dance

I'm a poet without brains
trying hard to stay insane
I don't know who I oughta blame
for teaching me to be this lame

You're a nonconformist bitch
making my desire itch
we'll walk the line until it ends
it's not our style to make amends

We're like romeo and juliet
and I guess it's all we'll ever get

PoP 2

I want to collide outside time and space
I want to leave without leaving a trace
I can't stand losing what I wanted so bad
But there's thunder in my eyes and ears
I'm overruled by rules and fears
and I'm losing all the good things, I thought I'd never have

I can't go back and decide once again
but I hope so bad that this is not the end
I'll be where you want me if you still want me to

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PoP

jeg bider mig i læben
i en tom kupé i nat
mens jeg flygter
det er tid og rum
der er imod os
tomme neonlygter

der er rimfrost på min rude
der er kryb under min hud
der er hule øjenkroge
der er hjerter
der flås ud

jeg er stum
jeg er kold
jeg ånder dit navn på min rude
jeg er træt
jeg er væk
jeg er nogens synkende skude