it breaks my ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ah-heart
I was singing regina spektor songs in my sleep last night.
Ikea terrifies me. It is a giant maze of foreign words and the intimacy of fake rooms. I felt like a voyeur, a poseur for being there for any purpose other than decorating an apartment with an indulgent but uninterested husband/boyfriend/girlfriend lagging behind. I managed to get over the discomfort however, and gleefully dive into the marketplace, where I found everything I ever could want for any purpose at insanely low prices. Damn, I wish I got that duvet now... Oh well. We will meet again, Ikea.
And suppose I never ever met you
Suppose we never fell in love
Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft
Suppose I never ever saw you
Suppose you never ever called
Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall
Just to break my fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fall
Ikea terrifies me. It is a giant maze of foreign words and the intimacy of fake rooms. I felt like a voyeur, a poseur for being there for any purpose other than decorating an apartment with an indulgent but uninterested husband/boyfriend/girlfriend lagging behind. I managed to get over the discomfort however, and gleefully dive into the marketplace, where I found everything I ever could want for any purpose at insanely low prices. Damn, I wish I got that duvet now... Oh well. We will meet again, Ikea.
And suppose I never ever met you
Suppose we never fell in love
Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft
Suppose I never ever saw you
Suppose you never ever called
Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall
Just to break my fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fall