The most sacred place,the say,is the house you live in.
The most sweet,tender,loving,understanding people in it, is your family.Thats what they say.
But im still wearing my trainers,ready to go again. Far away,from this loving environment.
Does that make me crazy? No,some say.Does that make me sensible? No,some others say.
The reason,is me. It was always me.

I hate eating with a fork and knife, I love walking barefoot, I hate early morning wake up's,
I love having a shower and a fag in my bathtub 5 o'clock in the morning,I hate cold jokes,
I love bouncing on the bed, I hate immitations, I love to laugh out loud, I hate STOP signs,
I love to walk in the rain,soaked to the bone, I hate fucking umbrellas.

The reason is me. It was always me.

Nobody is like me, not even my closest relatives. They are some people I dont know.
You cant predict the weather, it has its own mind.
So, I say ...let it rain...even if its the middle of the summer.

I hate fucking umbrellas. Of all sorts.

Because, its me and it will always be me.

So, there you go. Thats why you will never understand what Im talking about.
You cant even notice the rain...

Defected in the house.
Stone house,new windows,
Empty hands, closed minds.
Im in need of a screwdriver! Or maybe, a napalm?

Because its me and it will always be...stop being my STOP sign.
I am my U turn, my dead end, but also my Highway.

So,there you go.
You will never find me.