Jennifer Rostock U.S.
I Love You, But I’ve Chosen Dispo

When everything’s better before and today is tomorrow’s yesterday
What’s the stress for?
When your life’s measured in SMS and sleeping pills
What’s the stress for?

Pour me another glass, cut up a bit of grass
Let’s talk about what we’re talking about, should be clear
Just as you don’t fit in, always call the shots
You do the puzzle, even if not everything fits together, not everything fits together

Doubt the world, it’s deceiving you
Or are you deceiving yourself?
Nothing of you is leftover in the end
Because you’re just deceiving yourself

Because stuff’s usually breaking down, but nothing about fractures is in the books
You’re stressing yourself a lot
When life places shards into one another like a mosaic
What’s the stress for?

Pour me another glass, cut up a bit of grass
Let’s talk about what we’re talking about, should be clear
You drive without a care, show the world your regards, think you make your own way
But does that make you happy? Does that make you happy? Does that make you happy?

Doubt the world …