really random posts about food, eating well and healthy, my life, chocolates and dramas!

430: Bruises

The wobbly sweet one.
The satisfying, washed down with some alcohol.
Imagine the surprise when two strangers speak the same words.
It’s scary and you ask yourself if it’s true.

Strangely quiet around here.
A “How-Do-You-Do”.
The forgotten.
Imagine the little bite-size joy I embrace.
Made my day. Literally.

And for now, my new earworm.

Bruises by Chairlift

I tried to do handstands for you
I tried to do headstands for you
Every time I fell on you, yeah every time I fell
I tried to do handstands for you
But every time I fell for you
I’m permanently black and blue
Permanently blue for you

I tried to do handstands for you
I tried to do headstands for you
Every time I fell on you, yeah every time I fell
I tried to do handstands for you
But every time I fell for you
I’m permanently black and blue
Permanently blue for you

For you
So black and blue
For you

I grabbed some frozen strawberries
So I could ice your bruisy knees
But frozen things, they all unfreeze and now I taste like
All those frozen strawberries I used to chill your bruisy knees
Hot July ain’t good to me
I’m pink and black and blue

I got bruises on my knees for you
And grass stains on my knees for you
Got holes in my new jeans for you
Got pink and black and blue

Got bruises on my knees for you
And grass stains on my knees for you
Got holes in my new jeans for you
Got pink and black and blue for you

For you
So black and blue
For you

Do-doo-do-do-do
Do-doo-do-do-do
Do-doo-do-do-do

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