Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor

Reachin' for the phone 'cause I can't fight it anymore

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind

For me it happens all the time

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now

Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now

And I don't know how I can do without

I just need you now

Another shot of whiskey can't stop looking at the door

Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind

For me it happens all the time 

It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now

Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now

And I don't know how I can do without

I just need you now

woah woaaah

Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothin' at all

It's a quarter after one I'm all alone and I need you now

And I said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now

And I don't know how I can do without I just need you now

I just need you now

Ooo, baby, I need you now

She is so fucked up

And it freaks me out

She is so messed up

Always finds something to worry about

She cries on cue

Ain't that a sad thing to do?

She is so fucked up

She's a constant source of pain

Now I decide to fuck her further up

And flush my past down the drain

I'm on the edge from too much thinking

I'm on the verge of dying of too much drinking

I'm a poem with no rhymeI'm a victim of a crime

I'm a writer with no pen

Desperately searching for ways to write again

Could someone please unlock my heart?

Cause I'm caught in a tragic spell

She's my favorite work of art

My own personal hellShe cries on cue

Ain't that a sad thing to do?

I'm a poem with no rhyme

I'm a victim of a crime

I'm a writer with no pen

Desperately searching for ways to write again

So she's seeing another man

I'm not lost; I just don't know who the hell I am

I'm on the edge from too much thinking

I'm on the verge of dying of too much drinking

I'm a poem with no rhyme

I'm a victim of a crime

I'm a writer with no pen

Desperately searching for ways to write again

Update: Jeg har det godt og jeg nyder min ferie.

Forvent en masse billeder.

Vi ses.

Jeg tager på ferie i morgen. 

Kommer hjem næste søndag.

Så her vil være stille.

Mere stille end der plejer.

Virkelig stille.