tror jag länkar min spellista på Youtube nu men aja  

Jag har/hade en spellista med hundra-plus av nightcore. Men det är ingenting som jag lyssnar på nuförtiden.
Jag tycker att det är svårt att länka musik, tyvärr.
Kram till dig!

drinking again,
and thinking of when you loved me
i'm having a few
and wishing that you were here.

making the rounds...
accepting a round from strangers
being a fool
just hoping that you'll appear.

sure, i can borrow a smoke
maybe tell some joker a bad joke
but nobody laughs,
they don't laugh at a broken heart

oh, yeah, i'm drinking again
it's always the same...
that same old story
after the kicks...
there's little old mixed-up me
tryin' to lose, a dream that used to be.

Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula,
Yesterday's deliveries, tickets for the bachelors
She's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes,
Well, it's just an invitation to the blues

And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth
At the counter of the Schwab's drugstore
You wonder if she might be single, she's a loner and likes to mingle
Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue

She said "How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?",
You say "Anyway's the only way", be careful not to gamble
On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here
It's a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes
This ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues

But you can't take your eyes off her, get another cup of java,
It's just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers
Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain't nothing back in Jersey
But a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behind
And the dream that I was chasing, and a battle with booze
And an open invitation to the blues

But she used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple Caddy,
And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things
He probably left her for a socialite, and he didn't love her 'cept at night,
And then he's drunk and never even told her that he cared
So they took the registration, and the car-keys and her shoes
And left her with an invitation to the blues

'Cause there's a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening
You can have my seat, I'm sticking round here for a while
Get me a room at the Squire, the filling station's hiring,
And I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose?
Got a crazy sensation, go or stay? now I gotta choose,
And I'll accept your invitation to the blues

tom waits - bad liver and a broken heart

promoe - never follow

Finns i chatten xoxo

Spotify->Radio->Emo

Lyssnar bara på Emo och Punk och där är det mycket deppmusik. 

Black Tape For A Blue Girl.