Efterår

Ah, Autumn
You fucking cunt
Keep bringing me memories that I dinnae want
How come you do it to me every time
Cold recollection of all my crimes

It’s when I’m carefree you like to travel
Swing round in front of me and grab my lapel
Your warm greeting is as cold as mine
Do I disturb you that you need my time

Isn’t it funny how all the people I’ve loved
all have in common the fact that I’ve shoved
them away from me, away from mine,
I’m a no man’s land and a man with no mind

Well Autumn fuck you cause you have no reason
All my life you’ve been my favourite season
Well I’m sick of the memories and the messages you bring
Piss off you’re chucked I’m gonna go out with spring

Isn’t it funny how all the people I’ve loved
all have in common the fact that I’ve shoved
them away from me, away from mine,
I’m a no man’s land and a man with no mind

-- Malcolm Middleton, Autumn

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