And I don't know
This could break my heart or save me
Nothing's real
Until you let go completely
So here I go with all my thoughts I've been saving
So here I go with all my fears weighing on me

Three months and I'm still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers

But I know it's never really over

And I don't know
I could crash and burn but maybe
At the end of this road I might catch a glimpse of me

So I won't worry about my timing, I want to get it right
No comparing, second guessing, no not this time

Three months and I'm still breathing
Been a long road since those hands I left my tears in but I know
It's never really over, no

Wake up

Three months and I'm still standing here
Three months and I'm getting better yeah
Three months and I still am

Three months and it's still harder now
Three months I've been living here without you now
Three months yeah, three months

Three months and I'm still breathing
Three months and I still remember it
Three months and I wake up

Three months and I'm still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers

Det blir/blev inget Norge. Mycket tråkigt, men jag kommer att åka dit en annan gång, det vet och lovar jag.
Jag har försökt att ta mig upp ur sängen sen kl 09 imorse. Men jag kommer inte upp. Måste gå upp och gå in i duschen kanske vaknar till liv då.¨
Ska åka till oxelösund sen, senare. Kommer att sova där inatt också. Skönt, något jag behöver faktiskt.
Fast ack vad jag kommer sakna min underbara säng. Jag tror det är världens skönaste :) (kanske inte, men jag känner så iaf)
Nej nu ska jag fan ta mig upp.
/E