Old Habits Die Hard (Revisited)

“I’ll be dying soon”
You told me with your tired eyes
“…And you’re gonna be just fine”
You assured me with your trembling voice
And I just don’t know what to do
If I knew, you wouldn’t be here
Chained to this hospital bed
It’s sad that no one comes to see you
Not even me, I admit
At least not anymore
Cause you’ve been sick for so long
It’s becoming a habit now
And we all know old habits die hard
But they die, eventually
We’ve been waiting and waiting
I can only imagine
What you’re going through
But I don’t want to
I guess I’m selfish that way
Thinking as long as it’s not me
But one day
Tables might turn
It might be me chained to this bed
Day in, day out
Year in, year out
It’s going to become a habit
And you know what they say
About old habits dying hard
They die… eventually
Just like you did
Yesterday

 

Pancakes (revisited)

Have you ever had that moment…

You’re dying for some pancakes and so you decide to make them… so you take out all the stuff you need and realize… you don’t have milk. So you go to the supermarket to get it, and while you’re there you get strawberries and vanilla ice cream for dessert, cause, you know, why not? And then you also get tampons and deodorant, cause you’re all out… and what the hell, might as well get pasta for tomorrow’s dinner…

Then you come home and realize… where’s the milk?

I have the exact same thing with you. You see, I wanted to love you, but I wasn’t able to give you love. I started a relationship with you anyway and while I was at your place, I walked your dog with you and sat next to you on the couch and kissed you and had dinner with your family and laughed at your stupid jokes… and when the relationship was over, I realized I forgot to actually love you…

I’m just saying… you can’t make pancakes without milk… and you can’t truly love someone without love… That is why I don’t like pancakes… and I don’t drink milk…

(original text in Dutch by Kila & Babsie)

 

As We Used To Be

A few summers ago
We were both so young
So naive but oh so in love
They kept telling us
This kind of puppy love
Won’t last long
But we kept telling them off
Not knowing they were right
How we wished they were wrong
Now a few years later
It’s weird seeing you again
How we know so much about each other
Yet I don’t know you anymore
But that’s okay
Cause in the past you’ll stay
As perfect as we used to be

 

Thirsty

Dear little boy
Only five years old
He died alone
While his mother should’ve died
Now the world cries
He did something bad
To annoy his bitter mom
His stepfather agreed
He should be an example to the rest
So he got punished
Now he cries and cries
Till there was nothing left to cry
He called his grandmother
But she didn’t even bother
His brother wanted to help
But in that household
It’s every kid for himself
So he shivered
He cried
He was scared
He was cold
He was hungry
But most of all
He was thirsty
For love
For compassion
For the police to come
For a safe home
For his siblings to live in
But most of all
He was simply just thirsty
So he lied down to close his eyes for a minute
To catch a break from his cruel life
Only to close his eyes forever
Now the world finally knows
But it’s too damn late
So let him be that example
Keep your children safe!

 

Breakup #2

You said I was beautiful
As I was walking out your house
You pulled me back in
Kissed me like you were going miss me
“What was that for?” I asked lovingly
“Just because…” you replied
As if you were going to finish that
But decided not to
Or maybe because I didn’t let you
You had that look in your eyes
That should have been a sign
Like you were preparing me
For something that’s yet to come
And something did come
In the form of a 5″9 blonde
With a body of a goddess
I might be beautiful
But she was hot
I’ll give you that
But please don’t come running back
When gravity plays tricks on her
And all that’s left is her ugly personality
While all you wanted was left altogether with me

 

Sweater

You said you love me
And I said I love your sweater
It’s uncomparable, seriously
But it doesn’t matter
Because you started kissing me
And I was kissing you back
Now we both know where this is leading to
You’re going to want to be with me always
And I’m going to want to leave you
Coming up with ways for you to break up with me
Cause that’s what I do best
It’s easier that way
It’s easier to leave me
Forget me and hate me
Than me leaving you
Leaving room for you to win me over again
Cause there is always a second chance
And I’ll be foolish enough to take you back
And start all over again
When all I really love is your sweater

 

Wisdom

You’re tired
As you walk down the stairs
Facing the world one more day
People say
Tomorrow’s another day
You never understood it
You just survive it
One day at a time
Life’s a drag
And love’s worse than that
Tick tack
Says the clock
Knock knock
Who’s there at the door
Your lazy ass boss
Trying to hit on you
But what can you do
In times like these
Give in, give up
People say money can’t buy happiness
But it sure pays my bills on time
I’m starting to doubt the wisdom of these people

 

Husband

You and I
Always together
Forever we thought
But not for long
We were alike
You were a better version of me
A more female version of me
Never knew I could like that in a guy
But deep inside we knew
It was doomed to fail
You wanted too much of me
You depended too much on me
You started to talk about our future
Like we actually had one
I enjoyed it at first
Then things became awkward
Didn’t know what to do
So I left you
And your broken heart
I’m sorry I never played the part
Of a good husband to you
To be honest, I wouldn’t know what to do
I apologize for leading you on like that
If we could go back
I don’t think I would
Cause you were a lesson I had to learn

 

Old Habits Die Hard

I’m dying
You told me with your tired eyes
I’m fine
You told me with your sweet voice
I don’t know what to do
If I knew, you wouldn’t be here
Laying in this hospital bed
No one comes to see you anymore
Not even me, I admit
Because you’ve been sick for so long
It’s becoming a habit now
And we all know old habits die hard
But they die, eventually
We’re all fed up with it
I can only imagine
What you’re going through
But I don’t want to
I guess I’m selfish that way
Thinking this won’t happen to me
One day
Tables might turn
It might be me in that bed
And you know what they say
About old habits dying hard
They die… eventually