for the baby… =)
you are the holder of my hand
the keeper of my heart
a pillar to rest when my essence is weak
a candle when i’m trapped in the dark.
you shelter me from the fucked up world
and protect me from the boys
becos boys are the reason we’re so fucked up? =)
i’ll serenade my baby with my dancing chicken song
and pretend that this world, is where i belong
we can smile about the life we used to believe
and talk about the bastards that made our hearts bleed.
so friend through all blackness, lightness and death
we’ll cheers through the tears and eat through the pain.
we’ll coffee and throw darts, at yesterdays regrets
and drink till the memories are forgotten once again.
for baby we are, like remorseful old hags.
destined to stay friends
through the good and the bad.
