listen..


listen i´m getting too old for a lot of things. but i´m not to old for words.
for a baggy pair of jeans and my girlfriend´s t shirt
i´m not too old  for wine in a paper cup and a malboro everyone once in a while.
i´m not too old to lay in bed and all day trying to get this story out of my skin.
i´m not too old to make mistakes, to write poetry in the backest seat of a bus,
to exchange a thousand awkward words whit people i´ve never met, to fail miserably time
over time, to fuck up and never ever ever give up...

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