Det är 3 siffror. 505. Tre siffror som betyder mer än alla siffror tillsammas för mig. Jag får rysningar på hela kroppen, huvudet samt hjärtat lättar bara jag får höra trum beaten. Om musikorgasm finns är det de jag upplever tammefan. Jag kan lyssna på den 1000 x, kommer aldrig tröttna. Det är min dagliga drog, fuck ciggaretter och goda drinkar. 505 slår skiten ur alltihopp. Trodde aldrig jag skulle göra reklam för droger i min blogg, men testa 505. Haha! Arctic monkeys, dem är gudar. Det är bara en gud som skulle kunna skriva såhär vackert.


I'm going back to 505,
If its a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive,
In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side,
With your hands between your thighs,

Stop and wait a sec,
Oh when you look at me like that my darling,                     (Underbart)
What did you expect,
I probably still adore you with you hand around my neck,
Or I did last time I checked,

Not shy of a spark,
A knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark,
Frightened by the bite though its no harsher than the bark,
Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start,

I'm going back to 505,
If its a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive,
In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side,
With your hands between your thighs,

But I crumble completely when you cry,
It seems like once again you've
had to greet me with goodbye,                          (grymmast)
Im always just about to go and spoil a suprise,
Take my hands off of your eyes too soon,

I'm going back to 505,
If its a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive,
In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side,
With your hands between your thighs and a smile!