Jennifer Rostock U.S.
Gedanken, Die Man Besser Nicht Denkt

The alarm’s been ringing for hours and I don’t go to it
The morning light breaks through my blinds honestly and brutally
You’ve made a mess of my bed, but you didn’t want to stay for breakfast
The cash on the nightstand stares at me
The moral of the story is piqued
Sleeping Beauty prostituted herself

I used up the night much too early again
And finished smoking the day away in the morning
And the time I have left, until the evening hangs itself
Stirs up thoughts in me, that you better not think
Thoughts in me, you better not think

The promise I made is long dried-up
Guilt sticks to me like the blood on my hands
As well as it’s going, I’ve scratched the devil from the walls
That was Sleeping Beauty’s first murder
I could’ve sworn I didn’t want any of it
But speaking is silence and silver is gold

I used up the night …

The whore shadows me and stares through her hole in the wall
The fog on the street inhales my oxygen
It’s cold and getting colder
My hands are getting older
Snakes shed the skin from their bodies
I wish I could do that, too
I wish I could do that, too
I used up the night much too early again

I used up the night …
Thoughts in me, you better not think
Thoughts in me, that no one knows

Snakes shed the skin from their bodies
I wish I could do that, too
I wish I could do that, too