Jag vill hem till mamma nu och käka lussebullar
When it all starts to fall, it always makes me wondering
How far down can it fall before I'm ready to stop stumbling
The rising part will take more time, for sure, but at least no fall further down
And even if I don't make it ashore, at least want to be sure that I won't drown
The more I take, the less I feel and that's when I start to worry
Whether good or bad - better to feel than not at all and without any need to hurry
Feelings may come and go, but they're always worth my every emotion
And usually they tend to grow and in time they seem to overfill my ocean
But lately it's been hard to feel, and hard to move and hard to know
The more I see the more it seems clear that I don't wanna be a part of the show
And I start to doubt myself and everybody else, I get weak and insecure
Feel ashamed of my ways, since I like it when I'm strong and oh so sure
But how can I always play my cards right and get along with no regrets
When I don't even know what I need or want and my head's a fully mess
Know it in time will come along, and I will rise up and stop feeling this low
But if you know now that you know how, please wake me up before you go
Jag äter lussebullar på shell, med mandelmassa o nåt russin i. jag tycker du ska komma hit o fika med mig!