Sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette.
Last night’s love affair is looking vulnerable in my bed
Silk sheet, blue dawn, Colgate, tongue warm
Won’t you quit your crying? I can’t sleep
One minute I’m a little sweetheart
And next minute you are an absolute creep
Supermarket, what packet of crackers to pick?
They’re all the same, one brand, one name, but really they’re not
Look, look, just choose something quick
People are staring, time to come quick in 
Cheeks are on fire; just choose something, something, something
Pressure overwhelming
Next minute I am turning out of the door, facing one week without food
A day, a day when things are pretty bad
Don’t let it make you feel sad, the crackers were probably bad luck anyway
Can’t let your cold heart be free
When you act like you’ve got an OCD
I want to erase every nasty thought that bugs me every day of every week.
You never told me what it was that made you strong and what it was that
Endlich Wochenende. Eine Woche Schule und ich bin schon wieder ferienreif. Das Matheplakat ist fertig und morgen geht's erst mal feiern. Dann wird weiter an dem Gedicht für die Schule gearbeitet. 

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