Psychoanalysis is a Bitch

I don’t care — take me anywhere
I don’t care — take me anywhere
Var det bare en fantasi? Fatter’n la hodet på dynen, dritings og gråtende,
var jeg der? Var det natt der jeg vokste opp? Oslo Oslo Oslo, der
nattklubbeieren holdt kvelder åpne for de under 18. DJ-boothen var en båt som
hang i kjetting, og jentene fra naboskolen slo oss i bakken med…
Ikke vær så NRK-voksen!
Jeg var fyllesjuk da jeg fikk dødsbudskapet
When we didn’t sleep for three days, drunk. Pants down to our knees in a back
yard in Cologne. My dick turned soft when I tried to put on the condom.
But then it got back up again and we fucked. Was I there? Her bleeding knee
staining my cargo pants. I’m a stain on the couch. The hundreds of hours on the
couch. Fuck my inner vastness. I’m trying to externalize parts of this vastness
through verbalizing. Trying to verbalize freely. Trying to say it all just as I
feel it. Just dance it out. Jazz it out. Jizz it out. I’m so embarrassed.
This track is so embarrassing. My train of thought: so embarrassing.
My train of thought doesn’t make any sense IRL, but it does to my therapist.
He wants that shit, and when he first spoke he he I I I psycho an an an bitch
I don’t care — take me anywhere
I don’t care — take me anywhere
Don’t care — take me anywhere
I don’t care — take me anywhere
I don’t care — take me anywhere